Cinnabon Dreams

It is the only lamp of truth;
The one that says "I just don't know."
Never seen in the pride of youth
Or from the web of lies that flow
From the boastful nature of the proud
Who lack a knight's humility
When crying "What the fuck!" out loud,
(In a lapse of tranquility)
That says as much of the brazen,
As may be said by the too hot sun
Of the lowly dried out raisin
When placed into the cinnamon bun
Wherein the baker of that bread
Was elated that the grape was dead...
Which makes as much of what we call sense
As any other vegan laments!