There in a box, in the back of my mind
Were words, unexpressed by neglected design
The mob piled high, till they tipped past the edge
And yet on the top, more balanced on ledge
The words at the base, were flattened by weight
And begged for a lift by the newer's escape
A group has more strength than the force of just one
So on wards and up, was a sentence begun
They needed the strength, and each other's support
And joined by the ranks, in mismatched escort
As slowly they rose to the top of my thoughts
A muddle of words, confusions assault
So blah blah blah blah, with uggah ip cak
They rose as a legion, with verbal attack
By way to remind me, to listen within
Before they escape, and chaos begins!!!
An entertaining metaphor A PAX. Keeping our mouths disengaged until our gray matter has things properly sorted, what a novel idea. May love and peace be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
Ron
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Regis