Buttered and Guttered

Wit is what the human mind is blessed.
Weak is what the human heart possess.


Waking to surrender in child-like faith
Two seconds worth before this thought hits the grave


Crusted thoughts you would love to burn to toast
Simply chokes up and come to hit you the most


So whilst you comtemplate a little misery
Quite frankly, it falls short of this vile "blasphemy"


Sheep in the fog has it good
Barbed pretty pretty within the hideous hood


Bless your lovely soul
Methinks the weeds on it need a mow


Confusion hits home with profusion
Greeted with Facetious, makes it totally fractious



But we believe in Tall Tales
Smock aprons, candy malls, hot males meet barbie dolls


Preen the picture of perfection
Just to mangle it with tentacled distractions


Got to love the world mate,
Till another shallow brained bites the bait


Bequeath love, send it off as a loving gift
Well it seems it always makes the giver miffed



You can jolly justify this mystery
But anyways, cut this act of flattery



Stupid words that flies like the lovely breeze
Listen, and makes your mind gloriously diseased



So do think twice before speaking it
It has put the hearer's ear to grit


Blessings, showers of pampered bliss
Blessings, in disguises have i ever, ever missed??


Bear remembrance to the innocent belief
Tomorrow my heart will seek another reprieve


Give thanks to the two innocent seconds of purity
Make good, the length of its beautiful brevity



Meanwhile it is still today's today
Angsted it out much to yesterday's dismay


So get real, I say to self
For the real deal, there's more to delve



Truth to be told, the Mind is a permanent softie
Which makes Grand holy thoughts a tad too lofty