oh, sensibility, throughout thy short life, thou were a smart one
intelligent, loved by all, strolling the boardwalk calmly when
along with conscience, at a ripe young age hacked down
cruelly by the the axes of refusal; fiend!
refusal to listen to good sense, to listen to your mother
to listen to all the bards of errors past, and oh -
how the world mourns your untimely passing.
revolutions will halt, skyscrapers will cease to comb the air
for without the presence of your wisdom and righteousness
what have we wretched souls but arbitrary chaos?
so here’s to one, two good souls, souls so wholly pure
i killed them when seized by passing fancy.
