Assumptions
Believe they have a lot of
Gumption
They function
From abdominal junctions
Abominable luncheons
Behind closed doors
Around the pulsating
Galactic core
They're densely clustered
Pretending to be our lovers
The lying b_________
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Ah the word play. This could be sung or rapped or anything in between! Well done! 🌹👏
Thanks! Been listening to some rap recently.
Ah. Well it came through! You're welcome, my friend!
Personification of concepts is great from the abstract to the concrete. A great metaphor and well done in a most entertaining manner. Loved it
Thanks, Soren.
A very entertaining read that would go well to music, enjoyed
I tried to write it with music in mind. Thanks for the comment.
You are very welcome
Superb enjoyment 🙏🏻🕊
Glad you liked it!
Surely did🙏🏻🕊
Excellent work.
Thanks, Thomas.
Is the last word bastards?
Yes! But then paradoxically I guess I should be grateful to them for highlighting (some of) the errors of my ways. Thanks for dropping by.
Assumptions were defined as: "making an ass of me." You're suggesting a foul dinner created them?! Hmm. Dunno. Interesting, you rascal. Thank you for sharing.
What created them? That's a great question! Just how did these assumptions become a part of my experience? All I can come up with is the Fall which led (preceded?) to ignorance, which in turn leads to false assumptions, craving and aversion. Why did we fall? That's yet another can of worms!
Thanks for dropping by.
You're very welcome. My pleasure.
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