Could you ignore the toxins,
inside the bathtub with you?
Would you thank the little yob
that left you black and blue?
Should you respect the MP,
who chooses to ignore?
Could you be bowing servant,
to a broken law?
Regardless of your answers,
this madness; is self-made,
direction pens; are lancers
bleeding; who is in the shade -
yet; we keep our bounds on;
to keep our hurtful play,
every single “safe word”; gone
just; happiness; decay; as
old A Pope; did coin,
“to err is human”; glad,
thus, flaw; crafts an “easy join”
mistake is not so bad,
but, maximise the level
of all “joyful faults”,
creates a life dishevelled
called: regenerate assaults,
so, if there can’t be change,
and life’s; recycled war,
we’ll remain; so deathly strange
upon the Earthy floor,
look both ways, when crossing,
duck down, from hailing sadness,
before our bodies mossing
we will stay safe; in our madness!