I'm the goddess of wine

You're the god, that is fine

But, I'm more of an expert of course.

You guzzle it down

While believing your words are profound

Not respecting the work I put forth.

I've been stomping and tasting

While, you're busy wasting

The most precious commodity you claim.

Don't worry just sip

I'll stomp with my hands on my hips

While you gluttenly rise up to fame.

The smile on your face

You know you've been put in your place

So I'll leave you to put on a show.

Your wit can charm any crowd

Drink up, that's what you're all about

Hope you enjoyed this light-hearted roast.

@prose

I write to ignite frightened minds and remind them of the might they might be inclined to find inside the confines of life interwined with divine vibes and sublime rhymes propeling lives to rise and thrive. I write because words are magic and sentences are spells, and the thought of underutilizing ourselves is tragic so I feel frantic to go savage and ring some chilling bells. I write because letters are elements, words are molecules, and paragraphs are the means to create worlds forming books upon shelves. I write because I can.

Understand?