I met a Chinese lady, She said her name was Mabel. She was so level-headed, Her mind seemed free of fable. She seemed so different from the rest, Devoid of warm baloney. She simply spoke the truth to me, With nothing that was phoney. In our society we pretend, And big ourselves right up: We lay our act on with a trowel, Each day on bullshit sup. We fear that we will be left out, By others be occluded. Mabel lives a different way, A life that's not deluded. I hope to be that way some day, Shake off this world's pretension, And be so free and clear in mind, Give truth my best attention.
fact, opinion and poetry (not airy-fairy)
Saturday, 7 September 2013
Mabel Shines
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