Sums Don't Add Up Poem by John Sensele

Without fuss carry your cross
Love life although you loathe the fracas force
Your brutal boss unleashes from a structure source

When all of a sudden you flip off the lid
Vacillating, oscillating, crucifying your creed
Brainwashed, pate awash with musky mead

‘Tis time your priorities to reset
Whether love or loathe hits your set
Prompting protection paucity for your posh pet

You plunge in doldrums
Concocted from rustic rums
To the ditty of diss drums

No lad loves
No clown craves
No civilian saves

Except for cantakerous comedians
In collusion with mundane melodians
Who hobnob with creepy custodians

In whom you no longer repose confidence
When the next morning an irritating incidence
Precipitates your dreaded decadence

Unless you mend your ways
Cease befriending social stowaways
And renounce the rhythm of rampant replays

Accelerating the reform
That cuts off craze from your storm
Hash-tagging hospitality in your home.