What of the world, so full of deceit...
For when peaches are soft, are they not ripe to eat?
A shank that stands tall, its shoulders squared,
Its eyes menacing, its snake's tongue bared.
Like a rose, it lures you with its charms,
It beckons you with its many arms,
But do not listen, stranger, to the sweetness of hypocrisy,
For its melodious depths will transform you into an empty porcelain jar.