Sometimes the wisest words are found in the stupidest places. Never insult wisdom if you wish to dance with it.
Sometimes the wisest words are found in the stupidest places. Never insult wisdom if you wish to dance with it.
Solid advice.
Would you like a Poem or Short Story?
Any prompt you give, I would love to write something right now.
Sure. Write about finding that wisdom in a deep dark unexpected place.
I think, I think, About, the Sink,
Hole not draining, rebounding, Overflowing, with Grey Sludge, and Black Ink,
Deep inside the pipe I wonder, What waste of mine, had led to, This awful blunder,
My Food, My Soap, (rendered from a holocaust victim's fat) My Bacon's Grease, Stored in an industrial vat...
It clogs, And strains, This Union Plumbing, It Vibrates, and Threatens, Keeps these Lead Pipes Humming
But everything that goes down the pipes, Leaves me Without Quarrels and with no Gripes
I think about the Sewers Below, and I am grateful, About where, My waste, Doth Flow,
Beneath the Pyramid, And Below The Hierarchy, I dwell in the catacombs, With Maslow's Anarchy