Say one, Mean two

You my friend are the reverse order in which things work, 

The lovely death that leads a disappointing life 

Hmmmmmm…

That leaves us dreaming throughout the morning. 

This backwards game has many victims to claim. 

Yet is magnificent to the decipherers whom victor in fame.

You my friend are the reverse order in which things work.

Conveying an array of feelings by reeling and stealing the real hearts, you see 

“Society will have no part of me” 

The “healthiest option”; sodium filled. 

You my friend are the reverse order in which things work. 

“Judge not, and you will not be judged.”

Poetry, you are unlike the tireless follower who claims no sin 

But judges others based upon his incredible ability to look within. 

The honest cry poets pronounce across the land, 

Bring truth into Abigail’s blue hand. 

Will the olive tree bear anything this year?

You are subsiding, subsiding, subsiding 

Into the ignorance consuming America, more people should strive to consider the following things the teacher so cleverly taught. 

Yes you, my friend, are the reverse order in which things work. 

But you, yes you, describe the Pope as painted purple most definitely on purpose 

Poetry is a puzzle in every which way, and when solved brings great satisfaction 

It is like living alone in a land of demons, do you believe in them?