Let a thought flood my mind.
Let it take over my being.
For in the words that are formed,
Lies the abstracts of a woking mind.
Who can paint a thought
With words, like water over a dam?
Who can puncture an ego
With a few salty words?
I, not the master of such,
Nor have the inclination to be.
Yet words must have clothes
To become a rational being.
And may I say, You always clothe your words with honesty and integrity, King.
Love & Hugs,
Rhondaxo
Why am I thinking about our current president and his many pronouncements of self?
Ron