How To Kill a Ghost

I try to be good I work and play  to cause disarray I fume and let it all mushroom I engage in wanton acts of guile I act not as the contrary child  I do it all but not for a smile  To kill a ghost: First it must be dead That troublesome bother  That worm of irritation That sore of discontent That bane of the fair game That argumentative refrain To live with so much hate To suffer with immeasurable pain To want to be set free To distance all from troublesome calamity The earth will not be despoil For long Rise up before the troika dance of sun and moon Enter the psyche of those who sent you away Pretend its all fair play Harass and bother everyday No words can slay No mantras can tame Humanity will be reduced to a soulful shame Now the sore has turned to a boil Now the spectre is your turmoil Cause of demise now haunts the mind Enter the ghost of what should be left behind