Stuff Of Life Poem by John Sensele

Stuff of life seldom laughs and bluffs
When chaps run ill-thought laps and turn on taps
Which dispense feelings, dealings and ceilings into truth troughs
Filled with broken promises, unspoken disses, untasted kisses and busted scalps.

Stuff of life sometimes thrives on strife
Dished out with rotten fish and outcomes so uncertain
They rock a boat and stock coats of paint so rife
They throw a gauntlet at a horizontal victim whose fate no arbiter can ascertain.

Stuff of life sometimes doles out a posse of cops
To interrogate surrogate sirens on shares of payments
Dished out to middle men who ensured their names came out tops
On short lists compiled from piles and files of initial recruitments.

Stuff of life sometimes springs rings of surprises
That disconcert members of an appraisal panel assembled
To a taxpayer's detriment to determine trophies and prizes
Awarded to ex sex slaves in Western brothels that swell ranks of the humbled and disabled.