A stranger inned, a comforter weaned
A company of deceit in a glittering armour, yet again gives credence to the popular saying of “glittering
” and “gold,” and “birds” and “bush.”
A decent destiny opposed by a gluttonous craving for the droplets of gruel half-through the burn
With hearts racing to dock the dove, a pinkish blush to regal the content of a fork in the road and the choice of one – a fate so desired, but is the death of all sheeps
Oh! A kind gesture, indeed! A smile that cometh only my way. What should I have made of it? A pleasing effort to see me mane with eyes slung to the ears like stone in catapult, or the weakening smile that striped your beauty of flaws. Oh no! Can’t be. Won’t be. Shouldn’t be a camaraderie bequeathed.
Company that blunts the sense of good judgement. That waters the mouth to drool, the eyes to rubor and flood of the clear fluid from a wringing cor that lies beneath the breasts, popping with no chutzpah.
But the arrow of blame goes to non but the sheep that yielded to the beastly lupine that cometh like a Shepherd, who’d later rape em of wool, hide and hay
You know what the sheep said? That the wolf was a good company to remember.
What a fool 😪
We are oft to blame in this / (‘Tis too much proved), that with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er / the devil himself.