Ditch Dissipation And Direction Dilution Poem by John Sensele

Ditch Dissipation And Direction Dilution



Settle like dregs at the bottom of a vat
Crush self-concept and self-esteem
Recipe for treatment like a door mat
Collecting dust and dirt from a temperamental team

Capitalizing on apologies your demeanour portrays
In bargaining equitable deals you clinch
When your beaten behavior casts surrender rays

Exploiters seize to trample on toes trembling
Heart and mind disoriented in social circles with no vim
Inviting players and strayers gambling
In your casino where at first hurdle you scream

"Crush me, if you will"
You pronounce as you cringe into the shame shell
In which you retreat to incur a huge bother bill
Popping your eyes open as you endeavor to measure the scale of the hell

You've dug by dint of directionless dither
You indulge to kill the confidence God showers abundantly on you
Enjoining you to stand firm and crush any bother
That crosses your path without respecting the queue

It skips on Monday morning
When your diffidence reaches a peak
Snoring, soaring and stoning
The pathetic picture you carry in a bleak

Display until on your knees you pray
Begging for forgiveness for your betrayal of the immense gifts
That in your life have gone astray, not at sting of a stingray
But because of goalpost shifts

You've made as blessings flew your way
To open doors to prosperity
You've turned away to sway
Your fortunes asunder as time and time again temerity

Cringes and whinges in the face of your assault
On common sense and the essence
You've lumped on the back of a crazy colt
You've put to the sword in the quintessence offence
Pitting procrastination and abomination
Against etiquette and decorum
Bereft of valuable affirmation
Sacrificed in a vat of rowdy rum.

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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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