It's lovely to have Charlatan kids to bring variety
into the CharCastle, Nici's friend - a paramedic -
dancing in with a delightful doughnut offering and
I had three, shocking indeed, why not, it's not often
That temptation gaily glides into the kitchen and
delicately heats three doughnuts with caring hands:
how discourteous to refuse an offer sent by the gods,
it's just that afterwards I reap my just reward: the sugar
Headache everyone knows who commits one or more
of the seven deadly sins in the course of their life - pity
is I do it on repeat, one thing I have learned is that I never
learn anything: whenever I end up in the same situation
I do exactly the same thing regardless of previous lack
of success, psychologists insist we can reform - BUT
I have never managed to improve my performance, I
simply rush in and hit my head, just like my twin sis the
Glorious Duchess - though she Googles herself out of all
guilt trips and I Google myself into them, being a happy
spiritualist I believe we have capacity to commit every
possible sin & shouldn't blame others when things
Go awry, but my delightful Duchess studies web texts
and blames the evil intent of other people - and it is a
sad perspective because she remains the victim of all
these heathens - MY theory places guilt squarely on
My own shoulders, thus I am in control and declare
victoriously: I brought this over myself, when I learn
to change myself, I shall change the world, therefore
I'm free; only problem is - I'm Alice in Wonderland
Stuck in reality's quantum cycles which keep changing
me and I never learn anything, a conundrum not to be
explained - but who cares, as long as I absolve myself,
follow a diet on the morrow and regain my health
Just to commit, with infinite stealth, the same kind of
self-destructive seven-deadly-sins-deed...
[For Ivan, teacher of philosophy, who accepts I am unteachable]
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