There is no glory, in revealing the inside story. Truth is, sex rules, and the devil drools. Quite a few follow, basically their hearts are hollow. Their heads are stuck, they'll pull them out for the buck. Show no green, they'll continue on mean.
Basically this world is screwed, dark as the coffee grinds brewed. It's hard for the good to gain, with all the bad keeping us insane. The so called rulers or politicians, need to visit psychiatric physicians. Society can't get square, because of too much stale air.
All in all, we're about an inch from the fall. This world hangs on a string, but the faithful go on and sing. There still is some hope, if we can control the dope. But the dope plays second fiddle, to all the fools in the middle. Those at the top, keep feeding us the slop, they're the ones we need to stop.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
need to visit psychiatric physicians." Amen to these phrases. R
Love Tinka
I like very much your literary swagging.
Georg
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
keep feeding us the slop,
they're the ones we need to stop.
We are definitely on the same page today, my friend.
Love,
Chantilly