Wake Up From Your Stupor Poem by John Sensele

A den of deceit
A planet of pretence
A crest of conceit
A nest of nonsense

Where the power of the subconscious
Enjoins you to brush aside the world's vicissitudes
To get firm hold of monkey moves of your rational conscious
Modify habitudes, latitudes and attitudes

Retrieve the space and time due to happiness
To gain and regain sublime solace from meditation
When you shut out the snappiness and unhappiness
Inherent in the insanity and indignity of the attention

You lavish on the wicked, wanton world
Inhabited by the rich and mighty who tread on and trampletoes of the poor
Whirled, curled, furled and hurled
On the periphery of Bliss and Peace Planet to suffer, to differ on the shore like an unloved boar

Unless you rise from your stupor
The sorrow in your yesterday no longer aches
As much as it did before you ditched the duper
And decided to no longer dwell of the malfeasance mistakes

Which hurt but mustn't become your focus
Lest they should swamp and dump your future
The more they dominate, serrate your locus
And grow into the Holy Grail of a corrosive culture.