Direction Deceit, Fabrication Feet Poem by John Sensele

Flights of malice
Bursting to the brim
Peddling a charred chalice
Under no circumstances convert to cream.

Plights of prejudice
Pounding the truth
Within the din of a DNA diss
Under no circumstances caress Ruth.

Blights of fallacies
Kneading the dough of disgust
Meant to dedicate delicacies
Under no circumstances augment August.

Fights of figments
Imagination pushes to extremes
Extracting pleasure from conspiracy condiments
Under no circumstances win canonization from whims.