Spiral Of Sanity Poem by John Sensele

A modicum of sanity exists
No need to favour or flex fists
Nor entertain ill tempered twists

If we play fair
If we dare to care
If we disseminate fresh air

Cut out topsy turvy tantrums
Slay the play of war drums
Add and multiply sane sums

Rise above pesky pettiness
Dare to share happiness
Spread news of goodness

To unite one and all
Make a courtesy call
To reject the sects of the offside ball

That queers our pitch
Teetering towards a dull ditch
Promoted by a snitch

Who wishes us no good
If we pander to a boisterous brood
Ending up misunderstood in the neighbourhood

Achieving no outcome of value
To turn our mood blue
Undoing our cohesion glue

As we declare faith in the future
Imbued with no suture
Devoid of the void of rapture

That we can avoid
Swimming in an oven ovoid
To score the folklore of void

Irascibility
Inability
Irritability.