Bad, Mad And Sad Poem by John Sensele

Because my moods are fickle
One moment I long for company
The next moment I tickle
Changes in the litany

That entertains mood swings
Repelling targets for which I long
As on a butterfly's wings
I fly to destinations so wrong

I end up burning my fingers
In a vain hope to boost my perceptions
Of balladeers and sad love song singers
Whose melodies and tunes accentuate my conceptions

When in a crazy cocoon I dream of a blue moon
In which I cavort
With the goon in a cartoon
Where I abort

Moves towards cleansing the malady
That spews conundrums
Heightening the perfidy
That beats dissonance drums

To pronounce me mad
Cos I strike the wrong note
When I feel sad
To the extent where a plethora of confusion I connote.