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.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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