Futility In Grapes of Wrath

Grapes of wrath despite the fire In your bosom they burn Can’t coalesce or coerce pressing problems to retire Alongside frustrations and disappointments in the urn That your world turns upside down In lean times That your pillow eiderdown Limes in slimes Raining from your eyes tears Like fast running river water Currents whose spears In their sharpness batter Your self esteem To smithereens Screaming and bouncing in stream Screens and pins From your delightful past Have swollen Doubt bouts cast In stolen, crestfallen Seesaws when your morale squeals In its full span Deals and reels A regret van and pan Floating and showboating Restraining the anger Clear, ***** and nearby flying and floating Pangs and gangs of hunger Wrath can’t cure Your dilemma conundrum despite its cruelty Skewer, pure and sure Peace of mind of the variety That a level head Without raising temperatures Or ruffling feathers on a boisterous bed Achieves in brand new conflict resolution cultures.