A Sorry Sight In My Plight Poem by John Sensele

A trip in my cell in Hell
Incinerates both my brain and my bell
Awakening to curses circulating in hearses
Where carcasses of collusion clad my verses.

I wonder why I like being so dunce
Kneading my morbid mouth in a sick circumstance
So vile my mental illness can't heal
Bills I owe aplenty I can't kill. And no shame I feel.

Head shrinkers diagnose megalomania
Circulating in mental waters immersed in egomania
Which mounts roadblocks to all avenues of progress
In the end I blame my folly as I now regress.

Wallowing in self pity I cut a sorry figure
All I specialise in is pulling the trash trigger
Which boomerangs
At the bottom of skills my puny pride now in shame hangs.