Nonsense

Poem

Locked in my infamous box of misery
Succumbed to the delirious dialect,
I laugh unconsiderably feeling insanity linger with me yet.

Subdued and castrated or miserably understood
such a load of jabberwocky I never understood.

I still smile uncalmly at sudden crashing sounds
and snicker for you to stay, your eyes all round.

Beaming with delight or dispicable uncertainty?
I'm laughing unconsiderably in my black box of misery.