rust

rust

there is rust everywhere 
from the pen to the peg 
there is no trust 
we left what we felt as life which is in file 
we spit on the spot plenty of tips for those without tops 
what is historic is hysteric in fact 
there’s none to lead without a deal a tact 
the dean of the globe to need a probe 
we sent to the nest a message to torment the mentor 
there the trust whisks away in twisted words 
that turn it sediments the dust 
to rust the pen hanging in the nagging peg