Whoopy Snorp

The condemned mind snickers and flows
And no-one gives it a rose-bud
For the end of it’s moral apathy to show or to be shown
Is a question never known
Not even by many to exist
For what’s not known is just what’s there
And knowing that’s at least an edge
But an edge is only an edge
Even the empire state building has one
And what is truth!
I say for sooth
Why truth is like a baby Ruth
And what could be ever sweeter
Well, maybe to have yellow-red-eater
Oh to ever eat my kid today
And Whoopy Snorped
And Whoopy Snorped away