Two Fools
Taste me, I’m sweet like macaroon.
This meeting today was highly opportune.
So many adventures to plan,
Drink my fill; seek to understand.
Enmeshed and ensconced, I bathe.
The moon’s craters burn and blaze.
Too hot for me, I begin to expire;
I’ve been seduced by the beauty of fire.
What’s wrong with this world?
Let’s watch this apocalypse unfurl.
Straight back to narrow again,
I return to intricate myself in sin.
Will you join me in my crimes?
I promise a good time.
In darkest blue, we’ll save pretty face,
Smiling, assume our rightful place.
Either made to richest-rule,
Or just two moronic fools.
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