Sense Offense

Don’t breath God if you want to write

that would turn the tables,Right?

and pledge a renaissance in lines

of beauty, and of beauty’s  fines

for sense offense

Don’t breath God if you want to speak

of what makes comrades spend the keep

and scribe their innermost mundane

and what is vulgar and insane

Don’t breath God if you can’t buy out

what’s on sale in sand and drought

Instead you should not be so mean

as charge a requiem for a dream

you can’t do that anymore

Don’t breath God for that is Old a

Capital crime so I’ve been told

Be useful Idiot  and embrace

these wretched plays in pokerface

blind

leading the blind

                                                  amy whittlesey

2013