Delta

It seems those shocks,
they make you insane,
they screw you right up,
they mess with your brain.

When power it flows,
that tingling feeling,
it thrills and it scares,
as you begin keeling.

But they can be lethal,
that can't be denied,
and in the event,
you may find yourself fried.

But friends it's alright,
'cause I'll take that for you,
for I'm just a poor sap,
with a screw loose or two.

But think of it then,
when 'it's easy' they said,
for one slip of my hand,
and I could be dead.

Inspiration

What words could I say, or thoughts should I write,
to woo the young girl, in whom I delight?

Could I say in a line, everything that I feel,
if I wrote it just plain, would to her, it be real?

If I scrawled every word from my head, to the page,
would that make me a fool, or as wise as a sage?

Could my phrase grip her heart, or make her shed a tear,
would my rhyme help us start, or for me, her not care?