When the Shit First Hit the Fan
I was there man
when they sacrificed the lamb
I was there man
when the shit first hit the fan ..
And I assure you
there was something very good
and likewise special
we somehow kind of lost, I fear
somewhere on the
road to where we are today ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Agreed Nev. Even in my (in this instance relatively short) lifetime the decline has been blindingly obvious.
And I don't think this is just the perception of an old 'un......
Neatly put. Thanks.
Thanks Dave, I wasn't sure about this at first, but am glad you gave it the thumbs up sir, cheers, Neville
True words Neville, we, the people, must do something to make life better.
Andy
let's hope so, before its too late ............................ thanks Andy
Ohh, a mystery of life - why is it that s**t hits the fan, and not, say, I dunno, feathers or grass or something random. Best to be facing the opposite direction to the fan then! Oops!
I can see deeper meaning though in this.
you raise a very pertinent question Mr. O .. and you have good eyes too I see ......... thank you, Neville
Oohh, I'm too sheltered in me life. Make that - when the mud hits the fan!
indeed, dear Poet
in those days
we all stepped on a little shit
and had the awareness
to smell it, on us..
where as now:
(we brush it all, 'under the carpet'
till walking, becomes
aquaplaning..
still, we look for more room
to hide our shit
whenever, we mess up
'denials and distractions
at all cost, Please;'
you, rule
just give us enough room
to refute our realities
this
be that true, evolutionary state
of our weak willed
regressive, modernity...!)
blimey .. thanks, I think guv'nor Mek ... Neville
Truths spoken, you say it so poetically… Not everything smells of roses
Thank you Dove, you clearly have an eye and a nose for such universal truths .. Many thank yous .. Neville
What was, was. What is, is. What will be, will be our responsibility. Choice and responsibility should go hand in hand, can we get it back? A very truthful and insightful write my friend.
I feel thoroughly indulged Bella, when I really ought to be inside with something long and cold on a hot day such as this .. and I aint talkin cucumbers .. bless ya my friend n true ... Neville
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