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UNCONDTIONAL LOVE OUR GIFT IN TIME ~ MYSTIC POET

WE-ALL-WANT-ABSOLUTELY-GOOD-LOVE! “Well, what’cha-know-’bout-that!”

“UNCONDITIONAL!” a poem a.k.a.: “A Moment Is Sufficient!” 24 May 2019 (for: Friday)

Good luck! with-finding-perfect-love! Yeah! I’m-“smellin’-a-rat,” ( JUST JOKING) *

For I-ain’t buying this notion – of LOVE WITH NO CONDITIONS!!

At-least looking-for-it-in-others’-eyes; so, here’re-some-favorite-ad-missions:

(1) I tried to give TRUE LOVE, but-it-was-just-thrown-away;


(2) I failed to give love FULLY! So, I sought another way,
To-get-love on-a-street-corner, at-least-for-a-short-while;


(3) I searched for LOVE ETERNAL, and-I-found-me-many-a-smile,
But-frowns-always-came-later, so I “knew” IT-was-not-TRUE;


(4) I gave-up-on Unconditional-Love UNLESS-I-can-have-IT-with-you;


Or (5) “I took what I could get!” I took what I could get,


And-stopped-looking-for-“perfect-love”-in-others, ’cause-I-ain’t-found-it-yet!

Plus, I don’t expect-to-EVER – for ideas about love always change,


So, if I can get IT for just A MOMENT, I-DON’T find-that strange,


And-I-can cherish that-moment, for the rest of my life!

IF-I-CAN-FIND-LOVE-FOR-A-MOMENT-IN-A-PRETTY-FACE,


I’ll-[try-to]-make-her-my-wife!! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yeah! **

fin <3

* lost it there for a moment, rhythm had me flying

** please wifey Iโ€™m not serious about that

Forgiveness is next to GODLINESS ๐Ÿค“

The life in front of you is more important than behind you
Donโ€™t look back youโ€™re not going there
You are amazing
You are unquestionably fabulous

Unconditional kindness ~

~ Ben Duggan – Henry Lawson

Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her head — her daughter’s grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the longest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.

By station home
And shearing shed
Ben Duggan cried, `Jack Denver’s dead!
Roll up at Talbragar!’

He borrowed horses here and there, and rode all Christmas Eve,
And scarcely paused a moment’s time the mournful news to leave;
He rode by lonely huts and farms, and when the day was done
He turned his panting horse’s head and rode to Ross’s Run.
No bushman in a single day had ridden half so far
Since Johnson brought the doctor to his wife at Talbragar.

By diggers’ camps
Ben Duggan sped —
At each he cried, `Jack Denver’s dead!
Roll up at Talbragar!’

That night he passed the humpies of the splitters on the ridge,
And roused the bullock-drivers camped at Belinfante’s Bridge;
And as he climbed the ridge again the moon shone on the rise;
The soft white moonbeams glistened in the tears that filled his eyes;
He dashed the rebel drops away — for blinding things they are —
But ’twas his best and truest friend who died on Talbragar.

At Blackman’s Run
Before the dawn,
Ben Duggan cried, `Poor Denver’s gone!
Roll up at Talbragar!’

At all the shanties round the place they’d heard his horse’s tramp,
He took the track to Wilson’s Luck, and told the diggers’ camp;
But in the gorge by Deadman’s Gap the mountain shades were black,
And there a newly-fallen tree was lying on the track —
He saw too late, and then he heard the swift hoof’s sudden jar,
And big Ben Duggan ne’er again rode home to Talbragar.

`The wretch is drunk,
And Denver’s dead —
A burning shame!’ the people said
Next day at Talbragar.

For thirty miles round Talbragar the boys rolled up in strength,
And Denver had a funeral a good long mile in length;
Round Denver’s grave that Christmas day rough bushmen’s eyes were dim —
The western bushmen knew the way to bury dead like him;
But some returning homeward found, by light of moon and star,
Ben Duggan dying in the rocks, five miles from Talbragar.

They knelt around,
He raised his head
And faintly gasped, `Jack Denver’s dead,
Roll up at Talbragar!’

But one short hour before he died he woke to understand,
They told him, when he asked them, that the funeral was `grand’;
And then there came into his eyes a strange victorious light,
He smiled on them in triumph, and his great soul took its flight.
And still the careless bushmen tell by tent and shanty bar
How Duggan raised a funeral years back on Talbragar.

And far and wide
When Duggan died,
The bushmen of the western side
Rode in to Talbragar.

~ Ben Duggan – Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson ~ Australian FAMOUS POET

When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn’t white,
And you cannot sleep for thinking how you’ll reach to-morrow night,
You may be a man of sorrows, and on speaking terms with Care,
And as yet be unacquainted with the Demon of Despair;
For I rather think that nothing heaps the trouble on your mind
Like the knowledge that your trousers badly need a patch behind.

You are none the less a hero if you elevate your chin
When you feel the pavement wearing through the leather, sock, and skin;
You are rather more heroic than are ordinary folk
If you scorn to fish for pity under cover of a joke;
You will face the doubtful glances of the people that you know;
But — of course, you’re bound to face them when your pants begin to go.

I have noticed when misfortune strikes the hero of the play,
That his clothes are worn and tattered in a most unlikely way;
And the gods applaud and cheer him while he whines and loafs around,
And they never seem to notice that his pants are mostly sound;
But, of course, he cannot help it, for our mirth would mock his care,
If the ceiling of his trousers showed the patches of repair.

If, when flush, you took your pleasures — failed to make a god of Pelf,
Some will say that for your troubles you can only thank yourself —
Some will swear you’ll die a beggar, but you only laugh at that,
While your garments hand together and you wear a decent hat;
You may laugh at their predictions while your soles are wearing low,
But — a man’s an awful coward when his pants begin to go.

Though the present and the future may be anything but bright,
It is best to tell the fellows that you’re getting on all right,
And a man prefers to say it — ’tis a manly lie to tell,
For the folks may be persuaded that you’re doing very well;
But it’s hard to be a hero, and it’s hard to wear a grin,
When your most important garment is in places very thin.

Get some sympathy and comfort from the chum who knows you best,
That your sorrows won’t run over in the presence of the rest;
There’s a chum that you can go to when you feel inclined to whine,
He’ll declare your coat is tidy, and he’ll say: `Just look at mine!’
Though you may be patched all over he will say it doesn’t show,
And he’ll swear it can’t be noticed when your pants begin to go.

Brother mine, and of misfortune! times are hard, but do not fret,
Keep your courage up and struggle, and we’ll laugh at these things yet,
Though there is no corn in Egypt, surely Africa has some —
Keep your smile in working order for the better days to come!
We shall often laugh together at the hard times that we know,
And get measured by the tailor when our pants begin to go.

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Now the lady of refinement, in the lap of comfort rocked,
Chancing on these rugged verses, will pretend that she is shocked.
Leave her to her smelling-bottle; ’tis the wealthy who decide
That the world should hide its patches ‘neath the cruel look of pride;
And I think there’s something noble, and I swear there’s nothing low,
In the pride of Human Nature when its pants begin to go.

Henry Lawson
  • Whenever you believe in yourself anything is possible
    Sometimes all we need is a new perspective ๐Ÿ˜€ It only takes one light to illuminate the darkness~ never underestimate the light you shine onto this word. Kindness is free sprinkle it all over the world together. Wouldnโ€™t that make it a wonderful world ๐ŸŒŽ @bestofnatureblog
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    WE-ALL-WANT-ABSOLUTELY-GOOD-LOVE! "Well, what'cha-know-'bout-that!" "UNCONDITIONAL!" a poem a.k.a.: "A Moment Is Sufficient!" 24 May 2019 (for: Friday) Good luck! with-finding-perfect-love! Yeah! I'm-"smellin'-a-rat," ( JUST JOKING) * For I-ain't buying this notion – of LOVE WITH NO CONDITIONS!! At-least looking-for-it-in-others'-eyes; so, here're-some-favorite-ad-missions: (1) I tried to give TRUE LOVE, but-it-was-just-thrown-away; (2) I failed to give love FULLY! … Read More
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  • ~ Black Bonnet – Henry Lawson
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Henry Lawson ~ Australia

We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation’s slime;
Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time.
From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies’ than ever were there before
I tell you the Star of the South shall rise — in the lurid clouds of war.
It ever must be while blood is warm and the sons of men increase;
For ever the nations rose in storm, to rot in a deadly peace.
There comes a point that we will not yield, no matter if right or wrong,
And man will fight on the battle-field
while passion and pride are strong —
So long as he will not kiss the rod, and his stubborn spirit sours,
And the scorn of Nature and curse of God are heavy on peace like ours.

. . . . .

There are boys out there by the western creeks, who hurry away from school
To climb the sides of the breezy peaks or dive in the shaded pool,
Who’ll stick to their guns when the mountains quake
to the tread of a mighty war,
And fight for Right or a Grand Mistake as men never fought before;
When the peaks are scarred and the sea-walls crack
till the furthest hills vibrate,
And the world for a while goes rolling back in a storm of love and hate.

. . . . .

There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride
Who’ll have one home when the storm is come, and fight for it side by side,
Who’ll hold the cliffs ‘gainst the armoured hells
that batter a coastal town,
Or grimly die in a hail of shells when the walls come crashing down.
And many a pink-white baby girl, the queen of her home to-day,
Shall see the wings of the tempest whirl the mist of our dawn away —
Shall live to shudder and stop her ears to the thud of the distant gun,
And know the sorrow that has no tears when a battle is lost and won, —
As a mother or wife in the years to come, will kneel, wild-eyed and white,
And pray to God in her darkened home for the `men in the fort to-night’.

. . . . .

But, oh! if the cavalry charge again as they did when the world was wide,
‘Twill be grand in the ranks of a thousand men
in that glorious race to ride
And strike for all that is true and strong,
for all that is grand and brave,
And all that ever shall be, so long as man has a soul to save.
He must lift the saddle, and close his wings', and shut his angels out, And steel his heart for the end of things, who'd ride with a stockman scout, When the race they ride on the battle track, and the waning distance hums, And the shelled sky shrieks or the rifles crack like stockwhip amongst the gums -- And thestraight’ is reached and the field is `gapped’
and the hoof-torn sward grows red
With the blood of those who are handicapped with iron and steel and lead;
And the gaps are filled, though unseen by eyes,
with the spirit and with the shades
Of the world-wide rebel dead who’ll rise and rush with the Bush Brigades.

. . . . .

All creeds and trades will have soldiers there —
give every class its due —
And there’ll be many a clerk to spare for the pride of the jackeroo.
They’ll fight for honour and fight for love, and a few will fight for gold,
For the devil below and for God above, as our fathers fought of old;
And some half-blind with exultant tears, and some stiff-lipped, stern-eyed,
For the pride of a thousand after-years and the old eternal pride;
The soul of the world they will feel and see
in the chase and the grim retreat —
They’ll know the glory of victory — and the grandeur of defeat.

The South will wake to a mighty change ere a hundred years are done
With arsenals west of the mountain range and every spur its gun.
And many a rickety son of a gun, on the tides of the future tossed,
Will tell how battles were really won that History says were lost,
Will trace the field with his pipe, and shirk
the facts that are hard to explain,
As grey old mates of the diggings work the old ground over again —
How `this was our centre, and this a redoubt,
and that was a scrub in the rear,
And this was the point where the guards held out,
and the enemy’s lines were here.’

. . . . .

They’ll tell the tales of the nights before
and the tales of the ship and fort
Till the sons of Australia take to war as their fathers took to sport,
Their breath come deep and their eyes grow bright
at the tales of our chivalry,
And every boy will want to fight, no matter what cause it be —
When the children run to the doors and cry:
`Oh, mother, the troops are come!’
And every heart in the town leaps high at the first loud thud of the drum.
They’ll know, apart from its mystic charm, what music is at last,
When, proud as a boy with a broken arm, the regiment marches past.
And the veriest wreck in the drink-fiend’s clutch,
no matter how low or mean,
Will feel, when he hears the march, a touch
of the man that he might have been.
And fools, when the fiends of war are out and the city skies aflame,
Will have something better to talk about than an absent woman’s shame,
Will have something nobler to do by far than jest at a friend’s expense,
Or blacken a name in a public bar or over a backyard fence.
And this you learn from the libelled past,
though its methods were somewhat rude —
A nation’s born where the shells fall fast, or its lease of life renewed.
We in part atone for the ghoulish strife,
and the crimes of the peace we boast,
And the better part of a people’s life in the storm comes uppermost.

The self-same spirit that drives the man to the depths of drink and crime
Will do the deeds in the heroes’ van that live till the end of time.
The living death in the lonely bush, the greed of the selfish town,
And even the creed of the outlawed push is chivalry — upside down.
‘Twill be while ever our blood is hot, while ever the world goes wrong,
The nations rise in a war, to rot in a peace that lasts too long.
And southern nation and southern state, aroused from their dream of ease,
Must sign in the Book of Eternal Fate their stormy histories.

“STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!” a poem a.k.a., ” Eternal!” a.k.a., “CHOOSE To Never Say BYE, BYE!” Thursday: Karaoke at The Ole Crystal Bar [May 23, 2019]

“STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!” a poem a.k.a., ” Eternal!” a.k.a., “CHOOSE To Never Say BYE, BYE!” Thursday: Karaoke at The Ole Crystal Bar [May 23, 2019]

Why-not BE STUPID!? What’s wrong with that?
Why not JUST SWING that bloody bat,
To knock it CLEAN – out-of-The-Park,
And go down swinging? [Go-ahead!] Jump-on-The-Ark,
With Noah and The Family! [What a bunch of dummies!]

Eat what you want; satisfy your tummies,
With The Food of Faith, believe in NO luck!
Why NOT BELIEVE – that-“You are NOT stuck,
That there are NO coincidences!” What-do-you-say?
Why NOT? It’s-ANOTHER STUPID DAY!?

It’s another day in Paradise, with all The Kids;
Let’s-all-go-faith-FULL, and flip our lids!

Is it only luck? That such and such is so?
Why NOT – BELIEVE! That-“something’s”-trying-to-show,
YOU! That-EVERYTHING-WILL BE-PERFECTLY-FINE?
WHY NOT? CHOOSE – choose-to-dine,
On “faith,” rather than give in, in a faithless fashion?

WHAT WILL IT HURT? – TO HAVE A FAITHFUL PASSION?

And – CHOOSE-to-be-“stupid,” as The Faithless contend!
“I choose to live until-NO-bitter-end!”

So, when the next faithless person – lays down to die,
CHOOSE – to raise them from The Dead! Rather-than-saying: “Bye-bye!”

fin <3

P. S.: Gravity? [defeated]; Death? [a laugh]
The aliens? [are friendly!] Embrace “your-‘stupid’-half,”
And have a ball, in a stupid way:
Forget! about-the-planning-you-THINK-you’ve-got-to-do-today!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1IDfrdM1E0
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Time for us ~

“TIME!” a poem May 23, 2019 [Thor]

FOR ME –
I-might-“budget”-time-because-I-think-there’s-not-be-enough!!!

WHY ELSE? would I “schedule?” WHY-ARE-WE-ALL-SO-GRUFF?

We’ll SNAP!-at-“friends” because-they-have a-wee-err[e]and,
They’d like some help with! Yet, time-constraints-might-end,
When Faith – and Hope – and A Look Away From Time,
Combine! to-allow-me to write a “perfect” rhyme,
One just the “right” length, penned in perfect script,
With-thoughtful-notes, RELAX-edly-penned, while-I’ve-gently-sipped,
On an easily brewed – cup of the finest tea!
I can make a loving cup for you! as well as one for me!

TIME IS ETERNAL! when we can agree on this,
And feel it deeply! Then-there’s-internal-bliss!

We can then SLOW immensely, picking up “an angelic pace!”
Disregarding time – will offer you a much “calmer” face,
And a witty tongue! Although not one mean,
Perhaps moralistic! Perhaps “obscene,”
But-comely, so appropriate – for THE PROPER TIME?

NO TIME IS MY TIME! Seek-not-my-counsel, My Love, for I’m,
ONLY YOUR MUSE! A-muse-d and sublime!
Perhaps [or not] within-me I’ve-got-one-more-rhyme!?

Rather, I don’t know if-IT’s-within; it could be without!
You can choose to agree; you can choose to pout!
You can do – mostly – ANYTHING YOU WANT!
LET’S have an adventure! Let’s go on a hunt!
If you live ordinarily! You’ll-have ordinary experience!
Come jump over-here with me! or-will-you-sit-on-the-fence,
Afraid to move – and to change your point of view!?
Come on! Don’t you want some interesting things to do?

fin <3

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  • “THE RELATIONSHIP BAROMETER!” a poem May 22, 2019 [Wednesday]
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  • CINDERELLA
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  • WOMEN GOTTA WORRY ๐Ÿค“
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  • “PLEASE DON’T WORRY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” a poem in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo Conquer The World!” May 19, 2019 (Sun Day)
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For every bird there is this last migration;
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.

For every bird there is this last migration;
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.

Year after year a speck on the map, divided
By a whole hemisphere, summons her to come;
Season after season, sure and safely guided,
Going away she is also coming home.

And being home, memory becomes a passion
With which she feeds her brood and straws her nest,
Aware of ghosts that haunt the heart’s possession
And exiled love mourning within the breast.

The sands are green with a mirage of valleys;
The palm tree casts a shadow not its own;
Down the long architrave of temple or palace
Blows a cool air from moorland scarps of stone.

And day by day the whisper of love grows stronger;
That delicate voice, more urgent with despair,
Custom and fear constraining her no longer,
Drives her at last on the waste leagues of air.

A vanishing speck in those inane dominions,
Single and frail, uncertain of her place,
Alone in the bright host of her companions,
Lost in the blue unfriendliness of space.

She feels it close now, the appointed season;
The invisible thread is broken as she flies;
Suddenly, without warning, without reason,
The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies.

Try as she will, the trackless world delivers
No way, the wilderness of light no sign;
Immense,complex contours of hills and rivers
Mock her small wisdom with their vast design.

The darkness rises from the eastern valleys,
And the winds buffet her with their hungry breath,
And the great earth, with neither grief nor malice,
Receives the tiny burden of her death.

“THE RELATIONSHIP BAROMETER!” a poem May 22, 2019 [Wednesday]

“THE RELATIONSHIP BAROMETER!” a poem May 22, 2019 [Wednesday]

Arguing with others – OR arguing with self! We-call-such-a-thing: DE-BATING!
‘R’-you-gettin’-scared-with-The-Pace? or-the-fut’re-o’-this-Race? So, you-might-be:
PAL-PI-TATING?
Looking for FLAWS, or-fine-print-in-a-clause? These-can-contribute-t’: BE-RATING!
And, at the end of the day, was it happy or sad? It-depends-on how you’re-RELATING!
How-‘r’-you-RELATING-to-things-which-seem-to-go-by?
Just-remember: They’re-[all]-“SPARKS!” Sparks, you-might-spy!
Oh, yes! They-are-REAL!? in-a-par-ticular*-way,
But-ONLY-if-you o-pen your-“little-I’s”** to-day!
And-what-you-goin’-do, if you feel up-set?
Well, I’m-sure-you-all-know how-to-ease-up-THE FRET!?

IF-you-choose to-en-gage ANOTHER FINE DAY,
Do-you-have-the-option of-what-you-will-say?
CAN-IT-BE-up-to-you, what you chose IN THE NOW?
Can’t you say: “Yes!”-or-No!” depending-on-how,
You-feel-’bout-your-RELATION to-the-next-thing “in store?”
Can’t-you-always-decide: YOU-DON’T-WANT-ANY-MORE,
OF THE SAME SORT OF THING YOU-DID-DO YES-TER-DAY!?

CLOSE YOUR EYES, TAKE A BREATH – and please PAUSE, AS YOU PRAY!

[Prayer:] “The Earth seems to spin and the Sun seems to shine,
And the people around me – are doing JUST FINE,
Seeking, pursuing – and-worry-ing, non-stop,
About how their lives are-a-SUCESS-or-a-FLOP!”
SUCCESS (def.) perhaps-for-YOU can-be: an-easy, fluid flow! (pause)
IT can be FAST! whee-ee! or – IT can be SLOW! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whew!
Why-NOT-decide what-you-will-relate-to:
A little of THAT! or-of-THIS you-can-do!
There’s a whole lot of stuff you can think others know;
What’s-“good”-or-“bad”-FOR-you! BUT – RELATIONS MIGHT GO,
In a “dif-ferent-way,” IF – YOU’RE EASY “IN-SIDE!”
DECIDE-WHAT’S-HAPPY FOR-YOU, as you ride on “your?” ride!
It’s-worth-a-TRY! RELATING – in-a-slow, Southern style!
Just CHECK WITH YOUR FACE! Is-there-a-FROWN? or-a-SMILE! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin <3

* – MAYBE they are particles! maybe rays! maybe neither, since they may not exist at all, in a sense, just like you!! “Remember! I DO NOT KNOW of what I say!” T.M.P.
** – Those “items” interested “psychologists” call egos (personalities) or false selves!

CINDERELLA

“THE TRUE STORY OF CINDERELLA!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Things Are Not Always What They Seem!” May 22, 2019 (Wednesday, Karaoke Night at The Railroad Blues)

She cleaned the kitchen – and the fireplace!
She LOVED-it-at-home, with a homely face!?

Of course, her-face-was-covered-with-soot-and-dirt;
Her sisters beat her, [but] she laughed, ’til-it-hurt!

She never complained and was happy to be,
Helpful to her sisters and her mother! Oo-oui!

She helped them dress – loved-their-“hand-me-downs,”
And did all the sewing, making-wonderful gowns,
For The Prince’s Ball, on New Year’s Eve!

Then, when-her-mom-and-sisters did-fi-nally-leave,
She got a visit from – her Fairy God-Mother,
A sweet, REALISTIC-lady, who said: “Oh, brother,
You’re-among-the-homeliest-girl I’ve-ever-seen;
You-wear-sneakers-and-smell-funnyl! It could be obscene!”

“I really just wanna dance-here with-you;
I can think of some – kinky – things-we-could-do!”

“How-dare-you, you raunchy, s-x-starved thing;
I’m-“straight-as-an-arrow!” Then, she-started to sing!

For, in-a-moment-God-Mother be-came sensuous-and-mellow,
It-turned-out Cinderella – was really-a-fellow!

fin <3

WOMEN GOTTA WORRY ๐Ÿค“

“IT’S JUST NOT!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Yes! It Is!” Too[s]-Worry-or-Not-To[s]-Worry-Day! 21 May 2019

Just remember: “NONE-O’-THIS-NONE-O’-THIS-is THAT great!”
It just ain’t! IMPULSES! Not FATE!

Scorpions-gotta-sting-frogs; frogs gotta ask: “Why?
Did-you-sting-me, man?” [Scorpion:] “I won’t lie –
It’s IN MY NATURE!” and – Nature calls,
Setting up impulses – in your balls!

Women gotta worry, ’cause they ALL forgot,
That – none-of-this-is-that-great! and-there’s-a-lot,
Of stuff to be concerned over!!!! Can’t you just let it go?
Well, the resounding answer – is-a-resounding: “H -E -L l, NO!”

So, woman gotta keep on worrying – They don’t wanna give it up!
Like: “I-know-none-of-this-is-worth-it, BUT (but-but-but) baby, I-gotta-sup,
On the best food and drink – and cling to my man!”*
Well, he ain’t THAT GREAT! [like all of us,] He’s-just- an “also ran!”

Dogs-return-to-[their]-vomit; cats are just plain “scare-dy,”
Until they get used to you – Then-they-lay-around-all-day, “without-a-care” D!

You see, IF you realize none of this is that great, you’ll never need to worry;
You’ll say: “Easy come; easy go!” and-you-won’t be in a hurry!

So, GIRLS [and sissy boys] just say: “I DON’T CARE & IT’S NOT THAT GREAT!”
BUT – NO girl [or – ] will! (S)he’ll-consider-it [maybe] -and-then-SQUIRM! and-mate!

NONE OF THIS IS THAT GREAT but – it’s great enough, ๐Ÿ™ – Whaaaaaat?
For the best of us to-hang-around! and-fall-in-love with-girls-and-stuff!

fin <3

  • – or girlfriend! or dog! or cat! or cuddly toy! or s – x-toy! or tree! or – – – -( Editors deleted this last passage, not for under 18 viewing )
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