& god make a fist one day
pulled a rib & make a lady
left a hole inside her that
mortal hunger ne’er could fill
then god make the other fist
custom fit for hungry holes
for to grease her up three ways
make muppets out of one & all
but i’s wise to him
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood
& why that devil my lover?
in case anybody say
it cos he swear by consent
got a lovin’ temperament
the devil be my lover
yes is yes & no mean no
he hold me in our afterglow
he ain’t the beast they say
but i’s wise to it all
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood
by TONY SINGLE
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To say I love this is an enormous understatement in a world where like and love are vastly overused 🙂
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I’m really delighted to hear that, Crispina! You’ve made my day! 😀
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That makes me happy too!
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😀 🙏
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Yet another poem that begs to be a song and a terrific image.
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Thanks, Dolly. We really should bring out an album at this point! 😊🙏
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I second this. 😁
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What genre should it be, do you think? 😛
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Alternative or maybe country. Why, it can even be disco 😉
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Disco would be a real mind trip! I think I may lean more toward dark folk or something like that! 😆
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I’d listen to it. You and Tati should start 😁
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We should teach ourselves to read and write music first. 😛
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Ooohhh interesting
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I sure hope so! Thanks for reading, Maria! 😊
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Cool
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Thank you, Matt!
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