The understanding fails me, misconstrued,
Like sperm combatting, reach the home so safe.
There’s countless DNA from which to choose,
But only one can win, investigate
Why, halfway story through, the crisis, fate,
Is breathed to life by vacillation, doubt,
To shit upon proverbial muse of late?
Possess each actor persons multiple
To run amuck and play and fight and shout
In ways they’d never act just moments prior,
One turns from glowing hate to saddest pout;
Another chafes the best of friends with ire.
Perhaps not I as sane as apperceived,
Drove out of mind by words on page conceived!