Churn
churn
churn
to every season
churn
churn
churn
All right
let’s
face
it
I take advantage
of
what
I
am
that’s right
I love to butter people up
Love it!
Butter ’em up
get him
nice
and
tender
and
then
snap them
in the nose!
That’s right
I am a wise guy
I am butter
Stick ’em up!
Oh no
no
noooooooo!
A heated frying pan!
The morale of this poem:
Every
thing
has
at least one
absolute
foe
Every thing
Dad asked:
“Would you rather just be frozen all your life?”
I had to think
as
the pan
reduced me
to
a
mere
slick
And so
it is too late for me
but not
for
you
Please:
Fight against your foe
whatever it may be
Time
Fear
Insecurity
Illness
Poverty
Enslavement
Fight
against your foe!
Do not melt
in
the
face
of adversity
Listen to me!
