Mind's A Battlefield Poem by John Sensele

It's been hard living
In anger and longer without forgiving
The bloke who broke my heart
But I'm glad company we had to part.

It' s been funny thinking
In sorrow I borrow joy from drinking
My health and wealth to death
Until I figure out binge beats health.

It's been painful to harbour hate
Thinking so doing makes me great
Until I figure out hate pays a high price
Which pains and drains me thrice.

It's been silly speculating
Any sirens are worth osculating
Until I figure out it's immature
Cos such haughty thoughts thrive on the impure.