Cargoes of Folly Within Polly's Pate

Let go of cargoes of folly Your imagination entertains Unless you want Molly To catalyze the increase of strains of pains You loathe to endure In a bid to preserve the sanity Ensconced in the mind you lure To expunge the vanity That invades the chest Caught up between a rock and a hard place In Cupid’s vest to test The robustness you loathe to displace In circumstances advanced when you flirt With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round Until cavities of reality hurt So bad you no longer push around Sleeping dogs that are best left alone In peace unless woken up In their ozone full zone When you steal delights from the cup Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy So vile they sear attackers Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.