Doughnuts of your cheesy gratitude
Engulfed by lying scoundrels
As they sip your classic soup
Of the sweetest innocent emotion
How you bore a cakewalk
Like pertition in hot waters
How you opted for burnt cult
Rather feeding fancy miracles
Lightning a fuse
Added on to your woes
As they mess with you
They just starved for an appetizer
Of your sincerest approval
But you were not your puppet
And let them out of order
Your imprudent was your innocence...