Dear Fiendess

Mutley Ravishes

Dear fiendess,

I guess

Some of your moods

Are caused by tiredness

And emptiness

In your stomach

But what if many

Of these moods

And headaches

Are caused by a drake

With frozen food

stuck

In its atrophied

Guts?

  • Author: Mutley Ravishes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2025 18:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Thomas W Case

    Excellent.

  • Cheeky Missy

    Hahaha!

    • Mutley Ravishes

      I was sure you could handle this rhyme!

    • sorenbarrett

      Now that's something tothink about. A metaphore indeed.

      • Mutley Ravishes

        I'm glad I got you thinking
        And I hope lots of women
        Do the same!

      • Poetic Licence

        Now i think that`s to the point, enjoyed the read

        • Mutley Ravishes

          Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome

          • arqios

            It’ll take much more than Mylanta to sort this out! 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊

            • Mutley Ravishes

              For sure! A revolution in consciousness is what it'll take!

              • arqios

                Straight up! 👍🏻

              • Cassie58

                I started to laugh and then the more caring side of me went to the medicine cupboard to look for anti acid.

                • Mutley Ravishes

                  Fibre,
                  Laughter,
                  Pranayama,
                  And reproductive energy's larder
                  Do the trick!

                  Thanks for dropping by, Cassie.



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