If I offend,
let the reason be pure
Should my presence spoil your thoughts,
let not a shadow of doubt
be cast secular
When I move against the status quo grain,
fermented feelings of many
stir amber waves of murmuring
I sense the seething wind of dissimulation brewing
Compel not me to follow
the drunken messengers of false hope
Perhaps the imitation flavor of idol persuasion
be not my cup of tea ~ I despise superfluous civility
So please allow this non-conforming offense to unsweetly fall on me
As my tongue refuse to sugarcoat the truth ...
another dawn of darkness arises bitterly,
offering no core value compromising remedy
Twilight time is the fading glow of bauble hoarding lunacy
If I offend,
cast these words to the ground
Let any uplifted eyes of oblivious pride
peer ever unquestioningly down
Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates,
Preserving life before their sap gets sapped;
Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates,
Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped.
But you, my sweet, are most untimely soured,
Indulgent hungers feed with greedy gluts
On dulcet fares, you're from your prime devoured,
Consumed unsweetly through most seedy guts.
You're like a cloyed, discandied bubblegum,
A sweetened, syrup-sugared pixie dust;
Your cheer gets halved, they're more than double glum,
An eaten snack succumbed through tricksy lust.
Most sweets conserved from death live still distilled,
Yet those most sour that have their fill fulfilled.
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