Five Words

I took a wrong turn as I memorized a sonnet and uncovered a limerick. I uncovered a subject matter that I would never treasure. Red open garments clouded my consciousness. I regret that I didn't discard the newspaper that featured fireside poems and wished that I could relieve the moment. I sought confession, fourteen-hour workdays…anything that would relieve me of the sight and memory of the indecent limerick. However, I didn't recall treasures that obscured further poetic consciousness. As soon as I removed the newspaper my consciousness forced me to relieve the poetic experience through the rhythm, rhyme and subject matter of fireside treasures. I grew indignant of the methods newspaper employed to promote the limerick. I wished that the newspaper didn't have funds for color printing. Somehow I didn't consider that the consciousness which envisioned the foreshadow of the limerick would relieve my clouded mind and enrich it with worthier treasure. Possibly, I subconsciously treasure the obscene because I didn't forget the minute details of the piece, thought I hope that I relieve myself of such memories through amnesia and renewed conciousness. I hope that leisure permits to me to acquaint myself with poems that cause dissociate from the limerick. Five words:limerick,treasure,consciousness,didn't,relieve