The Ticket No Passenger Wanted Poem by John Sensele

Never again I swear
Would I raise my little finger
To prove I could dare
Walking on my head, stalking the silly singer

Whose lyrics loaded my head
With notions and portions of complexion lotions
Simulating sophism and imitating madness in the dead
Of the might when thought processes suffered the interruption

I feared drove me to the brink of sadness
That tore my soul apart
Ditching delight, ditching gladness
When I couldn't make a new start

Hoping against hope
Heaving no sigh of relief
Hurling abuse on the Catholic Pope
Who condemned the cherubim chief

Fond of vandals
Vandalizing souls
Peeling off their salvation sandals
And scoring own goals

That brought tears to my eyes
Made me blue
Purloined my preferred pies
And never said a word that was true

In circumstances glances navigated
Sentiments serrated
Spiritual sages investigated
Opinion polls poorly rated

Setting my thoughts on fire
Letting go of etiquette
Swinging open doors to the ire
I feared released the one-way ticket

No passengers would buy
No airline would accept
No transport operator would fly
And no celebrity would walk on her red carpet.