Treasure Pods

And if the truth tells a lie,
Having the sun betray the earth,
Inside the pod are answers
To search what shines and what reflects.

We shall ask questions,
Touch surely the anointed,
Between the legs of a woman
Or on the rods of a grown man,
Every moaning must be accounted for,
Silence is an option we choose to ignore.

Treasure pods don’t cost a dime,
There’s diamond and there’s gold:
One’s words are white and heart is black,
One’s a true reflection of what is shown,
Your choice to make, what’s your breed?

Wildkhard [TA]