The Band and the Bandwagon

The cool, the canny, and cold.
The bold, the blown, and bleak.
The ones with heart made of gold,
And lips that rarely speak.

And lips that rarely speak,
Known with wisdom of old.
With pen for the antique,
Scribbling stories untold.

Scribbling stories untold,
Lies, kinder truth for free.
This words only consoled,
The heart to a degree.

The heart to a degree,
Coated in crimson tide.
Steady work like a bee,
Blowing kiss to a bride.

Olaveez.