Sense and Non

Whatever nonsense comes to mind
Keep on coming in.
Most this so called “sense,” I find,
Wears a little thin
When you look at what’s behind
The empty if not angry grin
That often fronts a face that’s blind
To what you’ve done and been.

So send sense a saucy letter
Telling them you’re free
Of all their sweetly seasoned natter,
Self-sold flattery.
If you can imagine better,
Let it be.
“Nonsense” doesn’t matter,
Not to me.