Sunshine Shone On Masseurs

Cage the rage you envisage At the slightest intervention Your mood swing fails to assuage When folly in full bloom springs into action To boost the small ego that looms large In response to the uncontrolled wrath Your short fuse unleashes in a rage Whose momentum galumphs onto the path Littered with glass shards Reaped from bad blood to your head Reeled off when to wisdom bards You fail to listen instead Pandering to inanities With neither rhymes nor reasons Blown out of proportion to embrace vanities Spirited out of prisons Where by dint of their mammoth magnitudes They lay caged to prevent their devastation From breaking free, releasing moribund monsters whose deleterious attitudes Grew increasingly worrisome to the stable station Where you fled upon release from the mental asylum Isolated from innocent lives and their wives You swilled vats of cheap grade rum Fielding and yielding to vicissitudes of knives Whose glint on double blades In serene sunshine on the surface of brine Opted to shred to pieces jars of lemonades Manufactured in clandestine kitchens in the shrine Desecrated by your Trojan horse That came undone With neither coercion nor force When your favourite colour dun Drew roars of disapproval From art connoisseurs Whose absolute approval Found favour among misguided masseurs.