Subtle Sandwiches With The Enemy

Even The Chips Were Frightened Out Their Dips

Blades of steel
In rhythm's horror, we seek to know
The tooth before the rotten, cares and feel
The role of risen yeast in your path, and a heart to grow

Asking but the nature of truth and the rhyme, well
Is a searched for clue in the corner of destiny's eye
The rich with the stitch in time, to marvel
At a harrowing rescue of naivete for a proud mention of wine

Same house you live in?
Blue as blood can be, or as pink as a nose has for an elephant
Its time to brush your teeth in silence
And eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich some other time, wantonness