The Overreacting Donkey

The is a mode of action called “overreaction”,
And I do it all of the time.
Act without thought, 
Say without pause,
The clarion trumpets “Mine!”

Scoff that quiche,
Godspeed this release
Feed the monkey,
And the pony too.
Go for three,
When one would do.

I think I might overreact because I am ignorant of the fact,
That I is not really Me, 
And when I glimpse this, 
How can I miss,
The chance, 
The chance to stop and Be.

An alternative explanation,
To the overreactions that I choose,
Is although I try and Play The Game,
Being an Ass,
I often loose.