Cut Off Cakes of Mistakes

Always on my mind Nibbling at the core, fiddling at the soft centre Quizzing, teasing me to find Space and time to enter The pantheon populated by caring Daring divinities whose flight Into ether left me wondering If I got any delight in the sight With a plethora of pesky plights whose bosom Disgorges unhappiness on unwitting victims Fate selects in a setting whose every atom Reeks of unfairness dispersed and disbursed in teams That deserve far better outcomes Caught up in family controversies In which balms and psalms Can’t assuage guilt despite ecstasies Doled on sadists Who inflict untold misery On generations of infant artists Driven to the edge on wedges of despair where usury In terms of responsibility for offspring Deserts blinkered eyes Whose addiction to the matrimonial ring Glorifies sties of fake highs Breathed in nostrils blown wide Off the mark of duty Sucked up by puny pride In a fuss bus whose loyalty Resonates in circles of influence In which absconding family obligations Grows and brews nonsense at the confluence Where negations and fumigations Score high points In cultures that praised Disruptions of joints In which families children raised In abject neglect Shivered in bedrooms without blankets Their bludgeoned bodies couldn’t delect Because children could possess neither toys not tenderness trinkets Much as they hoped from above Santa Claus would at Xmas Bestow on concealed children the love Preached in sanctimonious tones at high mass.