He was prescribed Lavender essence,
For the troubled sleep he’d been having.
A trip to the mall,
He got a vial small,
From a shopkeeper he kept harassing.
You can try and blame it on old age,
Insanity comes with senescence.
But he’s been like this,
Since he was six,
And it got worse during adolescence.
Doubting the success of aroma therapy,
He still wishes the insomnia be assuaged.
So he lights up the oil,
His mind in a coil,
Hoping to lessen his fits of rage.