Break fast, better fore sight
in keeping the bottom wherefore you stall
mom's making wishes forever to call
a sweet sound so lonely
if ever to choose
that chance for to lose

but nothing, nay nothing
will distract the man
that grasps for righteous
instead of a pan
doesn't fit with the plan
cannot we understand

astray on a tangent
a mountain to climb
talus mundane project profane
a skillet of onion avast in the flame

which watch better than fetter
a sizzle or fry
to catch the eye
waist not juant not
tis bourbon or dye