Back On Track Poem by John Sensele

If I choose to cruise in rules of ruse
I lose out and bruise my fuses because I refuse
To play fair and deploy the flair
Imbued with powers to repair
Bridges on ridges I choose to burn
Hoping against hope I earn
Chances to grow gallant faster
Although my illusions in a plaster
Heap misery upon misery
Titillating the drudgery of chicanery
I can do without
Whether I tout a petulant pout
Or fly back to my senses
And in time earn decency defenses
My femme fatale favours
If I should reap fruit from my endeavours
At home, at leisure
And plenty pleasure beyond measure
I can hardly imagine
When deserved love grows more pristine
The more genuinely I play my part
Ensuring from me her affections never depart.