
may it be saint
may it be evil
a bitter taste will follow
nights long of expose facts
days short of radical reasons
sane enough to persist
insane enough to resist
a bond so tight yet so lose
an act as guilty as condemn
for savoring the tangy tempt
is beneath that alluring glam
the guru in white frosting
will u answer to the call of giving
and grant the crave of a wishful thinking



