Monday, February 15, 2010

virtues in a coffee shop menu


Hope cooked , seasoned with the sweetness of disguise
Innocence busted, sizzled by reality of life
Curiosity grooved in, boils the sensation and charm
Forbearance cultured, stirred wasted time?

Eloquence continued, fried on a pan of lies
Discernment misplaced, flavored like pies
Fortitude fabricated, garnished with engaging paranoia
Commitment unwanted, whipped winning bet put by your momma.

Jealousy craved for, baked testosterone levelled up
Temptation savoured, brewed lust in your cup
Animosity slowly chewed, buttered buddy felt used
Pride sautéed, my toasted heart finally crumbled from abuse.

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