Cocktail!

Please leave me alone as I sit at home inspired for a recipe creating a mixed cocktail with all the detail, for my tenacity and your duplicity will create the toxicity that appears on a mixology menu which challenges those that believe they know most.

Am I writing too fast for something that goes over hastily and doesn't quite last, is my brain too much fire feeling like the news on a live wire that you can't quite get a handle but we all know someone somehow somewhere has obviously mishandled.

Are you keeping up my step in eagerness hoping I slip as I dance in compassion while being accused of displaying my fashion, sweeping the floors with all of these metaphors and you shake your head and continue holding the hand that always mislead.

Circle further around justifying the stance of time showing I can no longer be found as I continue detoxing the poison of your insane reasoning for Jesus has said that you do not put "pearls before swine" breaking your glass I pour my own wine!