Otherwise

A choice of words I randomly scribe, a symphony  
or otherwise, between logic and common sense  
No man is an island, perhaps, an olive in their  
narcissistic martini  
With a boiled carrot of one's manhood, living in a  
fantasy, that they can't escape  
As a cyclone tears through the asinine mind leaving  
fragments of a demented soul playing Tiddlywinks  
Now a warped old fool waiting at the depot as  
the world passes by, living in a vacuum of denial