Stay Safe in the Madness

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!