The Cancer In Answers Poem by John Sensele

I don't need the cancer in your answer
Filled with glues of morbidity
I diagnose in the dizzy dancer
Who derives value from torment turbidity.

I don't need approval from seas of simplicity
Concealing seals teeming with the myopia
Head shrinkers excise from the duplicity
That thrives and derives currency in Utopia.

I don't need the wisdom growing in straitjackets
Controlling vicissitudes and habitudes
Wrapped and propped up in jaundice jackets
Swooning and mooning in avarice attitudes.

I don't need to glorify utterances
From small minds
Sailing and springing up trauma trances
That vandalize sapience seasons from reason rinds.