I Beg Your Pardon Poem by John Sensele

Forgive me if social media punched me drunk
Bubbling like overflowing champagne
Scattering lenses of my senses until like a skunk
I thought I became the sovereign.

Forgive me if I usurped the status
I've never owned
Since my mouth regurgitates the horrid hiatus
I thought I had disowned.

Forgive me if I stepped on the feet
Veering away from the sty
In which I became indiscreet
Till my future began to cry as it ran dry.

Forgive me if I dreamed I'd acquired all the education
My limited ability, agility and quality could bestow
On the bored brain which couldn't accommodate the explication
That became too complex for the brain that refused plasticity to grow.