Misconceptions

Everyone seems to want a puff,

On your pipe dream,

Their own sins are not enough,

So it seems,

 

They want to saddle your wild hope,

And ride it like a steed,

Break your habits with a length of rope,

Reined in to their need,

 

But the apple of my wandering eye,

Is no apple at all,

It’s a warm and sweet little cherry pie,

No plastic Barbie doll.

 

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