Sun In to Sunrise

You could cut and scrape me. You could make me pancakes, and never fool me. I am not a treasurer. Nor am I difficult... the same, I am just as easy. I'm a staller, a twit, and possibly a stalker. Were I to stumble, I'll take you down along with for the trip...to see the sights. You could grill something succulent. And, medium well. I would still not grate your cheese. I will not eat your juicy beef. In the making, in the cellar, I whine and call YOU the dweller. Tunneling beyond all vision, beyond all traffic and noise. I'M READY TO PLUNGE. Let us hang the boys. Points and the crest. "It's hard to digest the sounds of the holes in your chest." Be, as it may, by the by, and by the way- I, honestly, couldn't tell you what it would be that I've been trying to say.