Two scoops, maybe one more
it's piled on, fail to deplore
acceptance guides a fickle math
zigging to ride a popsicle path;
As god is a witness, swear him to say
truths on the book, careworn law play
theatrical guise for a devil may care
canonical lies face revelers' stare;
Happiness lends a suffering hand
tap your fence once, this is my land
trespasses punishes in spite of the verse
lifting what carries a mighty green curse;
Death is the way it always does go
that's why we read about how: no
rejection a plot of darker resistance
brighten your days, harken the distance.
Roman Ryan 