Welcome to sin’s cafeteria
Filled with infectious bacteria,
Today’s menu: shame served fresh,
With a side of regret – what a mess.
Shoes stick to the floor,
Rotted-wood tables galore,
Moldy chocolate-milk chuggin’.
Ha! These kids straight fakin’,
Eating the desserts satan’s bakin’.
Addicted to the “sweets”,
Gluttonous desires for weeks.
Like Sweet ‘n Low – fake sugar,
Not the real deal, but it hook ‘er.
She’s stuck up in the Scandal,
More than one can handle.
Lies become beliefs,
Enemies, the chiefs,
But, HOPE HAS NOT VACATED,
NOR JOY BECOME SEDATED.