Surreal Deal Poem by John Sensele

In 2017 a loveless life
Doesn't need weeds to exist
Cos a pointless fife
Plays no music you can't resist.

In 2017 a life without a direction
Deserves no reserve
To summon any action or invite sanction
Without from muses' verve.

In 2017 crate any misery
Their bets
And treasury or usury
And send them away to their pesky pets.

In 2017 wait for no one
To steal
Your time or climb done
In any real or surreal deal.