I am writing, now,
with zero restraint,
will write words,
praying they won't taint.
The subtle malice,
of this draft,
hopefully, it's sane,
more likely it's daft.
My mind is behaving,
like a pinball machine,
with thoughts, crazy,
or somewhere in between.
Not good to write,
in this careless way,
unless your heart's
in utter dismay.