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Love the Mirror

by marshal-gebbie

Tall men think of robust ladies Shorter ladies dream of length, Toothless people fantasize Of mandibles of white, bright strength. Porcine women lust for thinness Breast less girlies long for boobs, Dissatisfaction fills the air It's greener grass or down the tubes. Black man hopes for pale complexion White girls bake to raise a tan, Brown eyed lassie's envy blue-ness, Horny lesbian's, a man. The wealthy want the easy life Beggars yearn for cash, Dissatisfaction's in the air And mirrors are so trash. Across the human spectrum far Mankind wants for more, The grass is always greener Looking through another door. It's bigger, better, brighter, best The quest is always there Relentlessly pursued with glee, Bright eyes and bushy hair. Results are mixed and varied here Some reach the holy grail To watch it slip beyond their grasp Then founder, fall and fail. Some teeter on a platform, Some grasp the prize and run, Some hit their stride at bounding pace To see the contest won. But by and large there's misery Few climb the road to joy, Frustration be my brother Dissatisfaction be my ploy. Limitation is our lot in life. Our secret to success Is to love the mirror warts and all All other shit ...repress !! MERRY CHRISTMAS Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 23 December 2009 www.worthyofpublishing.com
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Dec 22, 2009
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