41. Problem People

We are problem people in a
Well defined line of time,
Unlike the magic maze of my mind.
They say these days
Should come to a close,
Paranoid People
Cutting off their nose
Who then complain
They smell no rose.

Pauper preaches to the priest;
“If you want to convert me,
Give up meat.”

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About EightLeggedGemini

i love writing until i pick up a pen or keyboard, then i hate it. but over the years i've slowly scribbled my thoughts on receipts, bills, anything at hand; just to make these insistent thoughts go away.
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12 Responses to 41. Problem People

  1. Wow…. “Paranoid People
    Cutting off their nose
    Who then complain
    They smell no rose”

    I love that! Great piece ;-)

  2. raimyd says:

    Haha, this post put a smile on my face. Thanks for sharing and adding a little humor to my Sunday.

  3. Chatty Owl says:

    So true. Cut the noise and then complain. Typical. But human.

  4. Mike says:

    Very insightful with some brilliant phrasing and a perfect denouement. Well done.

  5. “Who then complain
    They smell no rose.”
    Very typical of us humans :)
    Great piece again !
    Regards,

  6. Thank you :)
    i jus realised, maybe it’s a part of our psyche, what helped early man move out of the cave, unhappy with his lot

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