Twisted

A Poem by Jon Roggie

How else can a vague image of sanity be represented?
    Honest reactions would horrify others,
        merely because they were honest.

I could be P.C.,
   I could try to march with a party line,
     but I don't think I have the time.

Rather talk,
   like I normally do,
     bit of twisted humour,
        (add that for the those of the British view)
             words meant to make someone stop,
       and think.

Yes,
I am twisted,
    and I will continue to attempt to be a whirlwind.