My Last Wish Granted Poem by John Sensele

I slept tight
Wept right
And crept to the might

I thought mine
If I could redefine
Brains that crossed no red line

Searching emptiness
For puny pettiness
Small skulls labelled prettiness

In the realm
Where follies could overwhelm
Sums if they held the helm

Playing daft
Displaying no iota of craft
Sailing in their reverie raft

Wading wanton waters
Giggles, grins and lollipop laughters
Dwarfing daughters

Demanding freedom
To conquer boredom
In the druid's dukedom

Where for once I faltered
Not that it mattered
If foolish pride felt flattered

When I made up my mind to quit
Past, present and future to delete
If retreat meant I became unfit

To break free
Walk threadbare under the chestnut tree
Where my spirits slit into three

Demanding for good I go
To pals in halls of blame in Chicago
If my skin turned indigo

My last words said
My last respects paid
More importantly, my last wish granted.