apparatus

Shovel down another song
To play in gasoline.
Nothing ever goes too wrong
Construction paper dreams.

Falsities and broken notes
Left for the hollow masses.
Draining oil to stay afloat
golf club weekend passes.

He knows the way, so follow on
Until the Styx shall overflow
Unto a fairy tale's song
As above as so bellow.

Scissors aren't quite necessary
When the trees are fake.
Holidays now sanctuary
Leave the starving quaint.