Folk Cut, folk thrust, folk fight

for a slice of life,

for peace and quiet,

for their health,

status, safety.


And folk cut you, slice you,

dice you and fry you

to gain relative wealth,


their own ego.


So where you might be prone

to help, support and

nurture, advantage is

taken and

you get shafted.


Trust destroyed, isolate,

life’s lonely – alone

against your world, all your


are tense, nervey.


But, walk away from that

sphere, that world, and most

other folk persist with

love, friendship;

a new, healed way.


These folk will earn your trust,

will help you flourish

and be your true self; you’ll

regain life,

find fulfilment.

◄ Snails

Mug ►


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Brian Maryon

Sat 28th Apr 2018 09:28

It"s a jungle out eat dog.

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