Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Just a Crisp Morsel

Affordable by any, but the unfortunate.
The misfortune leaves everyone save
The incorrupt and the legitimate.
Getting the hoi polloi on their knees,
Just a crisp morsel born from colossal trees.

Afford any, the one who procures many.
Vacuously assuming this morsel does it all;
Ceasing grimly while doing all for a penny.
Constraining hearts from broad-minded dreams,
Just a crisp morsel born from colossal trees.

Can be regarded as all:
Happiness, need, want, and maybe a weapon indeed.
A weapon robust enough for one to climb any fence or wall.
Haven't they perceived what truly 'all' means.
Just a crisp morsel born from colossal trees.

Be wary of the witching hour,
Your soul would have escaped its rotting shelter.
Now, is anything yours in this constant dour?
Nothing is more eternal than true relations that live after you cease.
Don't live for just a crisp morsel born from colossal trees.


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