No stones have I that are galled,
No part of my surface is at all chafed,
Though to others I must appear excoriated,
I am just to most old and reprobated.
To some though I am more than the subject,
Off I am even to others jerked,
Of my favorite organ I find myself yanked,
Who does know what herein I discuss of this bailiwick.
From whence did I come in this discipline,
Unobtrusively baring a thought,
Past and present together they meld,
Future, but a glimpse of permanent pain.
Ron
Smile. God bless you. Kathy
sTAY possitive!!
Love Tinka
FUTURE? IDEA? TOMORROW?
A HIGH, OLD REPROBATE -
WHO LIKES TO MASTURBATE?
AN OLD CUCKOO -
WHO LIKES TO SCREW?
A JERSEY DEVIL -
WHOSE MIND IS NOT LEVEL?
FOREVER NEW?
TRUE BLUE (BLEW)?
FEW KNEW!
WHEW!
:) :) :) TK
Georg
Tell 'em it's your hook and you'll bait it however you want.
Walt
Your reflections are interesting because to me, they are a sign of humanity, which is also made of questioning and pain. Hopefully, not all the time.
Greetings,
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Texas friend (who understands and knows what it's like), Karen Lynn. :(
Keep warm.
Love,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thats it! You actually mouthed your own answer to all your problems...So, under the circumstances I say smoke a bowl with a few Eds, and let the future play mind games with you in your dreams!
Happy trails, ya ole' fart! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
put the good it's hard for anything to work right.
Go0d luck with the pain me friend..
Ron