Is it not clear by now?
Beyond the shadows of doubt
In the centripetal hours
If one doesn't let Paradise
Consume one
Then the only fun
That remains
Is to gradually go insane
Insatiably consuming the bounty
Of the Earth and the body
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Mutley Ravishes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am not advocating insatiable consumption in this rhyme. What might feel like "fun" in the short term is short-lived, to say the least.
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If that is insanity then count me in. A great write
Thanks, Soren. However, your response is a little confusing! From my own experience, insatiably consuming the "bounty of the earth and the body" brings pain, so I'm working on being consumed instead!
Understood. It's the immediate pleasure that I was talking about
Short term high, long term pain, clever writing, enjoyed the read
The power of temptation is phenomenal, isn't it?! So much work to do....
Thanks for dropping by.
You are very welcome
Fun is a side effect of life sometimes I think. It's when time flys. Sometimes you have to put fun aside and just slow down.
We have joy
We have fun
Flicking bogeys
At the sun!
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