To sow the seeds of discord
one must find a worker bee
whose fake title begins with D
whose dabbling in his dreams
never traveled past the boundaries
of wondering why they existed
in the first place.
Vibrant colors and alluring scents
are all thats needed to ensnare
the one who too often indulges
in his base senses in lieu of
building a future of relevance.
You wish to spread your love
to the recessed corners of your life
yet are met with dirisive laughter
as to folly of believing one
would willingly recieve such notions
is equalled only by the vanity of
the one who belives life
is naught but a dirty joke
awkwardly told by the deacon.
So when the first frost creeps forth
and your home lies cold and bare
remember that the end of your life
is no time for making enemies
of the one who holds
the golden keys of eternity.