Moses Supposes

Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but
Moses supposes erroneously.
Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses as
Moses supposes his toeses to be,
but what Moses doesn't knows is,
is that while some people love roses, and
some people love the smell of french toast sizzling
on a hot stove in the morning, and
some people love the red-orange-pink glow
of the sun as it dips below the horizen,
other people, like the man waiting behind the corner
loved the startled shrieks of the innocent
as they screamed "why me"
under a brisk november sky.