And like it does matter
Substance before
beyond above abuse
Trivial if it (like does this make me look fatter?)
ceases to flatter
I'd call a truce, but what's the use?
The secrets hold their own counsel
Cider vinegar is the cure
Any lingering sugar is the disease
But unlike my great grandmothers
Amish neighbors pull;
The Apple Grove
I'll slay the beast and
than resurrect him,
Like Bastet, many drowning
in a sour mash,
Is it revenge?
Regardless I am full,
And grow weary of this Faust like feast
