A WANTON WORLD

My mind has always acted as a safe have
For all the more bizarre thoughts I carry around with me.
Every now and then,
The gates are opened,
Not unlike Pandora’s Box,
And the locusts, wasps and other winged menaces
Escape to wreak havoc
On my logic and common sense.
The world gets dark sometimes,
And my mind goes right along with it.
It is hard not to think in such a way,
When we are all but saturated
With the stupidity and vapidity
Of humankind, chasing riches
And delving deep into lavish perversion,
At times, right before our eyes.
Washing away reason with a bloodbath,
Forsaking innuendo for provocateurs
Who revel in the walking pornography
That is the human experience.
And we all seem hungry, insatiable,
And unsatisfied.