Cacoethes

Cacoethes is a word I never heard. It must be a kind of affliction, and now a challenge has me spurred to render its poetic depiction. For me, this will be a difficult task, as my judgment is always sound. Indeed, this is a demanding "ask", but I'll find a way to expound. Personally, I find it's ill-advised to overshare my thoughts, for I might be pegged a fool or despised. I shun touchy subjects and what nots. Cacoethes involves an impulse to which I'd never succumb, such as to do an act that might repulse - or maybe say something dumb. I wonder what could trigger this thing. Could it be a sound like "clunk" or the toll of a bell that might ring? Oh, I suppose that's just BUNK. A charcoal lump - Trump, a chump. So upset - fascist threat? I find it's wise practice not to speak of politics, religion, and junk. From me, you will hear nary a squeak. Nope, I'll be quiet as a MONK. Lightning rod! Believe in God? Sight unseen - what's it mean? Likewise, sex is a subject best avoided, Especially when you're drunk. Don't take an example of what Freud did, You might sound like a SKUNK. Add some spice. Do what's nice. Use a device. Do it twice. Now, you know what "cacoethes" means, a concept, somewhat explicable. Unfortunately, right now, it seems you find this poet despicable.