The Stinging Tail Poem by John Sensele

Malign me to your heart's content
Though it makes no difference
Cos your vile vitriol denotes a malcontent
Drowning in a bay bereft of synergy science.

In your time of need, I lent you my shoulders
To cry on. Paradox! I nurtured a ribald rival
Whose motivation smashed my reputation on boulders
That quickly and methodically defied my survival.

Forgiveness, my friend, trounces the transgression
Laced with laceration to a high degree
Meant to promote the mote of ardent aggression
Although progress demands and commands a pacific pedigree.

In the end, my friend, pride and prejudice bend to etiquette
Enhanced and balanced to smash the splash of the marsh
That engulfs your greedy gulp on a treachery ticket
Invited to prevent evolving events from crashing a courtesy calabash.