Madness is no Excuse

I spell my crimes with ambiguity
 in words in poems here on printed page
 in doing so, like me, not wise or sage -
I wish attempt explain in poetry.
I think a punishment, a certainty,
 it’s sure as fire coincidences rage,
 just like my poor formed inner mental cage,
and I would ask, extend not misery.
  It may not strike, but I feel penitence,
  and grasp the things society resents.
   I understand the evil of my ways,
   and alibis, no watertight displays.
    The cause, insanity, to be quite frank,
     the cure, let others judge of better rank.