Puny Pin In a Sin Tin

Hang in the den When lions roam in wait To snatch your serenity from Eden Where the Devil’s threat Roams to pounce On the dignity you espouse In more bounce per ounce To rouse and arouse The Devil’s desire Jealousy and envy Fire, mire and ire In a bevy of grit gravy and scurvy Sent with venom Into the home You strive so hard to form, reform, inform and roam Free of the comb That your lair dishevels Your gondola destabilizes Your plan bedevils Cauterizes and neutralizes Effective, efficient efforts To consolidate family In ports and forts When a hiatus homily Predicts doom Speculates gloom In the living room, in the bed room With no zoom On the Way-maker’s plan To breathe new life To plan and scan New initiatives to eradicate strife From the midst Where vision diminished By a strange twist Assumes family fission and friction fished Without the Way-makers approval No win, queen As the Way-maker’s disapproval Refuses to grant growth to a puny pin and sin tin.