Pass Me the Patience

Please pass the patience, and a little tolerance please, to go with this big bowl of b.s. that you have prepared for me. Is that betrayal I smell smothered in half baked lies? Served with steamy hot secrets and souped up alibis? And of course, you've got plenty of cheesy charm laid on thick. Buttered up manipulations give it just the right kick. You even brought desert... Self righteous apple pie! And fact free accusations are a favorite of mine.  You've really gone all out But Im afraid I must refrain. Ive got a craving for the truth and I prefer to have it plain. But I'll keep  this icy glass And fill it with a nice cold beer. Here's to your guilty grub. But I'm on a "fool fast".  Cheers!