it was some old prophecy about borscht
(threatening to replace her red cells)
which she piously believed in
that made her plot to murder all beets
deny their existence
disguise them as pom-poms
reindeer’s red noses
rotten tomatoes? dragonfruit?
they are really dragon’s tired eyes, dear kids
it’s nothing to eat
definitely nothing to eat
that’s how she became a goddess of pot-and-pan tales
how swiftly his wit could deny its own presence
when their wounded trust blinded them in half
yet, their hands held all that he wanted
he worked day and night to gather
one enlightened scoundrel next to another
in well kneaded crust of superiority
and filled to the brim with awe
of the alleged all-knowing of whores
for what ulterior purpose only the devil knows
but for as long as the wine is poured and the money flows...
mothers of comfort and fathers of reason
oh, who will protect them from one another?
she came closer to sniff at me
and then report to her pack
she wasn't a dog, she was a goddess of bigotry
oh, the worlds that one nose can make!
he came close to me to sniff at me
he was a dog, but he knew about a dozen of human words
and had human love for drama
oh, the worlds that one nose can make!
and who will protect people from themselves?
you’d wonder why the swine love nothing more
than to prove to you that your pearls can be trampled
easily and mercilessly, just watch
so you can never doubt who they are
so you can never doubt who they are
