So Bad, So Mad Poem by John Sensele

When my feelings like fins
Fly topsy turvy in my bosom
Curling and swirling without stop like spins
Assailing, blackmailing fibres in my heart's hippodrome

I aspire to perspire
Wondering why I'm so mad
Banking blindnesses that won't expire
I curse reasons I hurt so bad

Each time I reinvent sorrow
Short and long, mild and sharp
Conjuring up madnesses I borrow
Paying tribute to the cursed carp

Who won't leave me alone
To reflect and select courses of action
That free for good my backbone
To curtail and derail desire's distraction.