Untoward Actions Poem by John Sensele

If nonsense could concede defeat that makes no sense
In contexts of logic and longevity where nonsense soon
Sinks too low for society to grant no licence
To nonsense that incentivizes the gloom of a monsoon
Deluge to flood the blood of common sense out of sight
Because too much blight and flight engender fiascos
Far more often to soften flows than expected in the light
Of research findings and sightings that claim discos
Mean little clean spittle when classes of brass tacks
Assume room for their roles to roll yardsticks
Which the rich employ to deploy measures of pleasure in attacks
That sap the rap vitality and motility of hexed hicks.