Idris El Asha
Ragbag - Poem by Idris El Asha
Truth makes cuckolds of us all
It’s like finding a man with your
Faithful wife …in your own bed.
Art is an illusion ought to be taken
Life is a serious matter ought not to be
Life is a knotty ball of thread.
You either take it the easy way;
By playing with it. or the hard way; By trying to unknot it. and there's no difference at the end of the day. And better still, You can unknot it by playing with it.
A man is sick, a sex maniac. A woman is a nurse, an angel of mercy, she waits upon him. If he doesn't recover, she tries her hands on another patient.
Common sense is for the common, who have no Sense, and to whom the sixth sense does make no Sense.
Perfection can't be but with a prefect flaw like the Private parts on the human body.
There's no truth, only facts.There're God and Man.Truth belongs to God, facts to man.
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