I wrote this for a comment on Sanity at Waking Ambrose but I was too late.
There once was a thing called sanity.
It vanished due to its own vanity.
It felt better than the crazy;
It got too dull and all lazy.
Now it’s cursed by its own inhumanity.
Here’s one for today’s word, Symbolic:
Words aren’t only symbolic;
They’re full of vitriolic.
They cut like a knife,
And lead to much strife.
They make me melancholic.