CACOETHES

CACOETHES The urge comes upon us all, in time To step over the line, however bad Yet some of us know, others do not How deep into trouble one has got For a few, it can be starting the rot But in ignorance, still won’t be sad And not recognise when it’s a crime One may even surrender to the urge When being naughty is all that it is But not when it’s serious infatuation Nor if resulting in severe perturbation Breathe deep with a slow exhalation Perhaps even welcome that rare fizz And feel a little sizzle with the surge Embrace control as smooth emulsion Always know the way back to sanity The word created by ancient Greeks Heed the warning of which it speaks Read those signs in reddening cheeks And listening out for all the profanity Yet be wary if it becomes compulsion