Sunshine Shone On Masseurs Poem by John Sensele

Cage the rage you envisage
At the slightest intervention
Your mood swing fails to assuage
When folly in full bloom springs into action

To boost the small ego that looms large
In response to the uncontrolled wrath
Your short fuse unleashes in a rage
Whose momentum galumphs onto the path

Littered with glass shards
Reaped from bad blood to your head
Reeled off when to wisdom bards
You fail to listen instead

Pandering to inanities
With neither rhymes nor reasons
Blown out of proportion to embrace vanities
Spirited out of prisons

Where by dint of their mammoth magnitudes
They lay caged to prevent their devastation
From breaking free, releasing moribund monsters whose deleterious attitudes
Grew increasingly worrisome to the stable station

Where you fled upon release from the mental asylum
Isolated from innocent lives and their wives
You swilled vats of cheap grade rum
Fielding and yielding to vicissitudes of knives

Whose glint on double blades
In serene sunshine on the surface of brine
Opted to shred to pieces jars of lemonades
Manufactured in clandestine kitchens in the shrine

Desecrated by your Trojan horse
That came undone
With neither coercion nor force
When your favourite colour dun

Drew roars of disapproval
From art connoisseurs
Whose absolute approval
Found favour among misguided masseurs.