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Expiate Synthetic Satisfaction
Synthetic satisfaction derived in the shade
On the edge of the page that defies the sage stage
Where wear and tear declare war to degrade the head
That buttresses my resistance and persistence to engage
In conveying and purveying messages
Between my avatar and the siren I thought would break a record
Wearing down my reluctance to acknowledge difference in wages
As a major factor in the substance of the discord
That rages on from comments and moments I began keeping a low profile
To build bridges with ridges of my conscience
Which prescribes neurons march in a single file
To rebuild edges and wedges whose science
Holds that romance commenced in an African pot
After a rebound from a duel with the miniature
A herbalist despatches to whisk the cot
In which I take a break from the literature
Casanova and his supernova shoves down my brain
Attempting to initiate me into the cult
Whose vaunted principle lies in imposing strain
On men and women who look down on the catapult
That steals arrows from Cupid
Emasculating and diluting his capacity
To render lovers less rigid and more stupid
Such their plasticity and elasticity croon a ditty
Mourning the dying culture of stoicism
In favour a wearing my heart on shirt sleeves
If romance rays should illuminate the prism
That scatters feelings as soon as sanity leaves
Determine my resistance in need of a boost
Ought to travel to the most faithful filling station
To replenish the stamina I need to rule the roost
Not by coercion or ostentation, but by substantiation and expiation.
Copyright ©
John Sensele
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