Senseless Sense Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

Sometimes I listen to the mad
To know if they make sense;
Often I merry with a fellow bard
To erase that touch of madness.


Why do a drunk preach in hilarious tone?
Empty sarcasm inspired by the unknown,
When he falls, call him not a fool at forty
His mind is still naughty far from lofty.

If sanity can't dine with insanity
Then activities of genius is all vanity.
Even if this inspiration smells crazy
The poet that roast his muse isn't lazy.

(C) 10th January 2016.