All Aboard
I am stuck in a prison
of inept indecision
without a specific vision
lacking exact precision.
I suffer from the stigma
of this puzzling enigma
in a world with no charisma
void of pi but full of sigma.
My mouth espouses words
but their meaning is absurd
no integrity inferred
as my vision becomes blurred.
As day turns into night
with insomnia I fight
my sanity has taken flight
all sensibility is impolite.
To you I say farewell
my ship is set to sail
I hear the boarding bell
on the cruise I take to hell.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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