The Poverty Of Plastics Poem by John Sensele

Don't break through open doors
Reinventing the wheel
To burn and spurn souls
Who elect to reject your diabolical deal.

Persuade brains you can't tame
To embrace your point of view
Enabling them to weigh merits of your claim
If conscience convinces prior stances they should review.

Cutting corners often fails
To achieve desired dreams
If strategy to the wrong side sails
Straying and wallowing in sordid streams.

In the end you lose
Adopting tragic tactics
That submerge your brain in booze
Till fate plunges you for good into the poverty of plastics