No Love Till I Reform Poem by John Sensele

In trouble
On the double
I drive my peace away
Concocting chaos along the way

When lunacy my brain bursts
In choices and voices whose thirsts
My ineptitude can't quench
NO matter how much I lure the wisdom wench

Who turns down my advances
Preferring not to take chances
To entertain rides into the wilderness
Where lunacy thrives in the sickness

That blurs my vision
Pouring on common sense derision
In which I fall flat on my face
As my foe snatches the ace

I need to win
The love of my heart's queen
If I promote order
To clear from her chambers disorder

And in return earn her love
As she promises me the white glove
That symbolises her consent
If I should reform or else her love will remain absent.