Cargoes Of Folly Within Polly's Pate Poem by John Sensele

Let go of cargoes of folly
Your imagination entertains
Unless you want Molly
To catalyze the increase of strains of pains

You loathe to endure
In a bid to preserve the sanity
Ensconced in the mind you lure
To expunge the vanity

That invades the chest
Caught up between a rock and a hard place
In Cupid's vest to test
The robustness you loathe to displace

In circumstances advanced when you flirt
With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round
Until cavities of reality hurt
So bad you no longer push around

Sleeping dogs that are best left alone
In peace unless woken up
In their ozone full zone
When you steal delights from the cup

Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy
So vile they sear attackers
Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy
Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.