Cruising To Ego Bruising Poem by John Sensele

Nothing short of madness
Investing in dead weight
Expectingto reap gladness
Despite sealing a deal of diabolical debt.

Not surprising we slump
Entertaining sycophancy
When future and quality we dump
Somehow sadness catches and matches our futile fancy.

Competitors cruise forward
Innovating, cultivating new technologies
We instead creep backward
Multiplying eulogies, killing synergies

God, what have we done wrong
Acting so oblivious
Feeling and thinking we grow strong
If our nonsense grows obvious and devious.

I wish I never lived to witness the downfall
We face, defacing our best opportunities
Electing and selecting backwards to crawl
Reaping and seeping vats of indignities.