Beats, Fleets & Streets Of Rage Poem by John Sensele

Beats, fleets and streets of wits won't quit over indiscreet tweets
Posted and pasted in error as you withdrew your succulent sweets
To banish and punish my wish to fish from another dish
I chose and you froze to pause the rose that arose from my roving radish.

Beats, fleets and streets of wits won't fit bits and pits of despair
Wrapped and swapped in error as you withdrew your wish to repair
Traps into which we'd fallen as short-termism and feminism too over
Our decision and vision to enable our love to discover it glow and recover.

Beats, fleets and streets of wits won't meet writs and sleets of sin
Committed and condoned in error as you withdrew your wish to pin
Our hope on slopes of serenity and dignity of the love
We strove to grow in consonance with its plan announced from above.

Beats, fleets and streets of wits won't tweet skits and slits of malice
Mounted and recounted in ounces and bounces on the chalice
Brandished and garnished to prove wrong the sage
Whose wisdom in our kingdom killed deals of rage.