papered dipstick of today's measure
will words be too acidic or too base
budding our tongues to sour or pleasure
a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase
our empathy in hues of blues, our anger
bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion
hypothalamic firings line up with danger
counterbalancing truer feelings of devotion
emotions of one or all together as a whole
governed by what lies deep in our brains
unable for our free will to take control
so logically, we're helpless to abstain
both in-the-pink and pie-in-the-blue-skies
measure of our civility, as always, applies
© Goode Guy 2011-11-04
Categories:
hypothalamic, nature, people, science,
Form: Sonnet