A Cure For Insanity

“Poetry? Darn you! It’ll never work”

“Oh, sure it will. Nothing does the job better.”

And so echoed the nonsense throughout my cave

As me and myself reached into my mind

And found little inside to keep it in bind

The grasps of reason were breaking

And nothing short of lunacy was staking

When a solution was found

By writing it all unbound

“Take up the chisel and scribble this down:

‘I hate bananas and small towns’.”

And as I grasped it between my shaking fingers

I could already feel it disappearing

Sliding along my fingertips and onto the wall

Where I’d written Insanity’s last laugh