The Poison Propelling The Confusion In My Illusion Poem by John Sensele

This I weave, this I believe
Monumental mistake to depend on my strength
Deluding myself so much I'm able to achieve
When I elect to neglect my faith.

This I promise, this I kiss
Salutary step to respect the poor
Empathy and sympathy I dare to fleece
Making my forward march unsure.

This I prefer, this I offer
Journey on Earth fraught with danger
If obstination in my mundane mission I suffer
Behaving as though to God I'm the strange ranger.

This I pip, this I whip
Harassment habits I deploy
Boasting and toasting trivia in my silly sleep
Hedonism and epicurianism my soul destroy.