It's a small world when
it comes to the bull
a big world searching
for the best pull
It seems the bull
always pops up
to help make our
lives corrupt
People with good sense
and things we love
can be right in our face
but as far away
as outerspace
The ones we love
maybe part of the bull
Things we like and want
then can't get
a part of the pull
So gravity goes to work
chopping away at our perk
then along comes the jerk
OMG the world gets smaller
the bull gets taller
We can't satisfy everyone
probably be happier
satisfying none
or sticking to one
The worlds too big
especially when it
comes to the pig
Life's better when we
narrow it down
It's a littler easier to
hold ground
So true with your words.a very good poem,take care
Edwin
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on December 19, 2008
You sure got that right, Grady. Too much complexity, too many excuses and distractions, and way too much bull/pull. Maybe that is why I am a hermit :-)
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Edwin
Ted