The Last Straw Poem by John Sensele

The end of the line fast comes
Disappointment all around irks
Dealing with ingrate swarms
Drawing for too long perks

At the expense of the soul
Whose life reduced to slavery
Declares he can't take the next fall
To sustain characters whose bravery

Can't stand the stern test
When a sacrificial lamb no longer bites the bullet
Which conspirators manifest
At the presentation of the poverty pullet

Exploiters extend without any iota of shame
Assuming it's fine for pain to reign
Whether or not they pour blame
On the tired life in the sovereign

Excuse
The victim has borne his entire life
Declaring it ain't no use
Speculating about silly strife

Which leaves him cold
Having borne the brunt
For too long with so much pain untold
In the pointless stunt

They label excellent
As long as they can fritter away their opportunities
Assuming feelings of the victim can relent
To infinities

They drive and derive
In social circles
Where sicknesses and weaknesses thrive
Fast engendering miracles in spiracles

Where the victim suffocates
His lap and slap done
At the behest of syndicates
Smashing to his head a gun

Telling him cremation
The only charming choice
In any sensible summation
Fairness utters in a voice

That suggests finality
To an eventful exploitation
In the nullity and incivility
Cruising to the station

Where the victim no longer cares
Sweating for the knell
To instruct him fares
For his journey to spell

Pesky preparations his departure coming soon
From a pilgrimage fraught with too much disappointment
Landing early in the new year at noon
Regardless of exploiters' appointment

To flatter fickle fears
Too little to signify any ingenuous intervention
To allay, delay, waylay and slay torrid tears
They'd cry once the victim achieves his mystery mission.