My Green Gangrene Poem by John Sensele

The boulder in my eye
Blinds me to the innocence I insult
When mad blood in my brain I consult
Exaggerating the little fly

My roving eyes spy
In little mistakes you make
When madness and badness in me shake
Your confidence to make you cry

With neither plausible reason nor treason
My bent mind creates
As your my lie aerates
Nonsense I squeeze into your season

Wishing I could achieve half as much
Aswith little effort you achieve
And egregious envy and jealousy make me grieve
Secretly wondering why your stellar success I can't match

Resorting to green eyes and lies
My tangy tongues spread
Inwardly I see red
Huffing and puffing in my sties

Where in vain I curse
The bad hand I claim God handed me
While to you God heaped tonnes of glee
I wish could penetrate my every verse in front and in reverse

But I can't blame you
I am who I am by choice
Speaking ill in my voice
To your innocence isn't anything new

Because I'm choleric
Anger rises in my chest
As in vain I indulge in a futile quest
To be less chimeric, esoteric and more cleric.