G. Warbler

Now what is this; a sucker line?

Gone from empire tea

to sweet hard candy sublime?



You like that leaf

You’ve tossed the vine

for something more - Dogmatic’s chime.



Sickly sweet, ticklish voodoo

Your stomach will ache, I guarantea it too.


It is best, don’t heed that “prophet,”

Those suckers are not to your profit.



Come chat with me, come sit a spell,

Come drink from me, let’s rip that veil.