In the midst of all the bliss they call success
I’ve been remiss in my list of wishes
Snake hissing while they’re kissing
And I’m just fishing, true to no one,
Looking for endless fun,
The times so tragic, the search & loss of magic
Whatever we can palatte, truth be undone.
Please people calm done, but with an empty calorie nothings pinned down, I frown, upon empty vessels, trojan horses of anti-nutrition, packaged to look like a present,
Colourful like a pheasant, fed to all the peasants, the piss ants, looked down upon, the down trodden, yet when one woman takes a chance, allows herself to believe romance, and helps someone who seems in need, someone she feels the need to feed.
You have helped me….