Adult though stories should be listen by kids that are growing,
Admonishingly needs some kind of brutalization of the story told.
On the other side it is imperative that words like sun of a bitch
Or its many variants be demystified in time to avoid fight or murder.
Boys, I know many hores, I prefer the archaic term, And most of them,
I tell you,
Are better mothers than women of any kind or title.
What those girls do is no easy job for them, You hear, so don’t be afraid,
And if you one day crosswalk with one you better treat like a lady maid
She may be a junky, one thieve or a violent person,
so can the bartender, your fancy hairdresser,
the mechanic, security or lazy gardener, the schoolteacher,
the ballerina, persons’ all kind a mazy, entangled.
So our mother was no hoar, and if it was it never ceased to be ours.
Life is such short path, with its sudden brusquenesses
Should stay away from emotionalized attitudes,
Focus on the force and training to achieve beautifulness’s
Turning points will emerge from all friends
Will be celebrated as they are, within certain terms of estrangement.
To be under water is the possibility of emerging waiting to manifest.
- Autor: Mera Gente (Seudónimo) ( Offline)
- Publicado: 11 de diciembre de 2013 a las 06:40
- Categoría: Reflexión
- Lecturas: 136
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: El Hombre de la Rosa
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Your fertile lyrics are the prelude to the estimated poetic wisdom Friend Mera Gente
A pleasure reading your poems.
Greetings Friendship Críspulo
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