Butter but no Bread | Tatiana Pahlen

Butter but no Bread
By Tatiana Pahlen

There will be always a cynic in the room,
turning soothing light into dimmed gloom,
His brazen ignorance like a false sunset
forbids fruits of excellence to bloom.
With changing decoration on the set,
He’ll give you butter, but won’t share bread.
His mind is focused on twisted words,
His flute poised on the broken cord.
Don’t let him lure you into his trap;
You’ll find yourself full of wrath.