A Poem A Day

Touching the emotion as well as being ushered 

to th’ desk’s vague ambivalence of contractual 

surliness’s unchanged; leastways there’s some 

solidity, and if not in the role we’re supposed t’ 

play, then where we’re needed in arrangement 

Tho that’s arguably easier to bear with in these 

convoluted ramblings upon freedom t’ choose, 

you’re still awry the covenant agreed - it was a 

poem a day, no less, and the pledge stays firm 

whether productivity fails to bear up t’ the test 

So we’re penning words; not fractiously - more 

consequence of letting them run free - to incite 

each other into creating hegemonies, which, to 

coin a phrase, are primacies & power, swaying 

th’ ordinary thinking away from its mediocracy 

There fronting us already's a growing evidence, 

let’s call it sovereignty - this form o’ dominance 

plays th’ right keys, and we’re delivering pence 

where sanctimony was its negotiated currency; 

and that’s freed indemnity of a far better mask 

We plead commonsense asks if rhymes best a 

harmony existing within th’ defence this ‘poem 

a day’ artifice wasn’t meant to be anything but 

a humorous advent of chivalry; & its there we’ll 

put it to rest - lest that suggests we’ll let it be 

© 23 January 2018, I. D. Carswell