Reckless Turmoil - A Most Vile Turn!

Fun is great, but science is critical to outcomes-a bowling poem about getting ripped off

Foiled by ambitions,
Driven by dreamscapes…
Tossed in by strolling,
The King of Sour Grapes…
Noisy, confusing,
Lends folks an ear -
Ruling white beaches,
A flood led by fear.

Every shade’s volumes;
Try them, they’re butting;
Vented emporiums,
Silly beasts strutting -
Human beings striving,
Values, goals, needs -
Confidence seeking’s
Constricted guy bleeds.

Bowling’s same ritual,
One more complaint.
The ball’s just not striking,
No reason they ain’t.
Great throws, each menaced
By strobe’s lasting strength;
Easing up’s strategy,
Coast the lane’s length.

Cascading omelettes,
Made with four eggs;
Breakfasts taste better
When each person segues.
Conclusive analyses -
Fraught with concerns;
These routes that we’re cheering,
Everyone burns.