The Bohemian Anthem

(While I generally take a more calculating, measured approach while writing prose, poetry is an excuse to let my hair down, so to speak. Whether it's my fondness for the great comedic poets like Ogden Nash, or Franklin Pierce Adams, or my general laziness, I'm not sure, but I'm generally more freewheeling when I'm writing poems. This one, for example was scribbled down when I was watching a yawn-inducing football match between Portugal and Brazil)

None can resist the call of the wild,

Good sense, logic and forethought, begone!

In each of us resides the Devil's child

Who bays and snarls till the crack of dawn.

You may walk the straight and narrow path,

("God bless" you say when you see me sneeze)

Fearful of incurring the Lord's wrath

Afraid of doing as you please.

Be warned though, it'll catch up with you

That imp of the perverse

Bearer of mischief, anarchy or just the truth

For better or for worse.

Best be rid then, of doubt and guilt,

That vicious pair, cursing, spitting bile

Give in to yourself, (just hear me out)

Because you know resistance is futile.