Spare Serendipity Poem by John Sensele

Spare my nape
From interference in any fence
But let me escape
Any nonsense offense and defense.

Spare me any pairs
Of rubbish
Scattered on my alleged affairs
For which in the end no proof you can furnish.

Spare me your layer
Prayers
Imagination and strangulation sayers
That in me meaning sprayers.

Spare me rare scares
I suffer only
When my buffer stares
At stupidity and serendipity that suffer daily.