Two Fools

Taste me, I’m sweet like macaroon. This meeting today was highly opportune. So many adventures to plan, Drink my fill; seek to understand. Enmeshed and ensconced, I bathe. The moon’s craters burn and blaze. Too hot for me, I begin to expire; I’ve been seduced by the beauty of fire. What’s wrong with this world? Let’s watch this apocalypse unfurl. Straight back to narrow again, I return to intricate myself in sin. Will you join me in my crimes? I promise a good time. In darkest blue, we’ll save pretty face, Smiling, assume our rightful place. Either made to richest-rule, Or just two moronic fools.