Dark Seuss cafe danger

disturbed to pieces
snagged by a smile
my hand is rock solid
but the quill is feeling queasy
the words are churning green
lame dry toast to the tongue
the ******* thus to the wise
to settle this dire dispute
creamed by butterness 
two sugary coated eyes
like passing strangers
lost without the light
flattered for mere moments
a brighter twenty four hours