On the edge of words and evils
"You have to find the right word
Without making lumps…
Find the Right Word
Not to be unfair...
A word of abuse thrown in the face is sometimes only perjury...
The Longest Word
Is not always the right one…
Sentences followed by 'swear'
They are not the safest…
The Word Too Many
Who sows chaos…
The Subtle Word
Which can be very useful...
The Futile Word
Who can make fragile…"
excerpt from a poem entitled
“Let us slide into the torrent of words…”
My friend
When I'm feeling down
You give me hope again...
When I take you in hand
You heal my sorrows...
Your smell
It’s just happiness…
Even well hidden
I would know how to find you.
I can eat you in secret
Without fear of diabetes!
Whether you are a tablet or a ball
You're driving me crazy!
Even though I'm constipated
I can't resist you! ...
Who are they?
...
Without looking down
Some people think they are God...
The "you just have to and you have to"
It's good for them...
A good handshake
Can change their destiny…
Radio and TV
Walk alongside them…
Justice, even if it is a mistake
Is often at their beck and call...
And even if they have sinned
Will they one day be judged?
To better deceive us
They pretend to hate each other...
They think they know everything
Yet, she is confused…
Me, just seeing them
Makes me lose hope...
The Corks and the Corks…
The sink and its plugs
Often in the siphon…
The Bouchon badly managed
By our clever bison friend…
The Constipated Person's Plug
Who has trouble getting through...
The Cork in front of the cash register
And there, it’s sadness…
The Traffic Jam on the Road
And there, it's a rout...
The Toll Booth
Who can make us sweat?
Some people fall asleep counting sheep
And others by popping the Corks… 50
The Pen Cap
Which is often lacking...
The Petanque Cork
Who sometimes hides...
Pop the Corks
For special occasions…
Corked wine
Is not the beloved
The uncorked bottle
She is appreciated…
The Plug in the Ear
Who can put us on standby…
A Cork Anywhere
It drives me crazy...
Do not confuse the tail and the cork
But me, for good
It can make me stupid...
I'm going to talk to you about adultery without making a
The adulterous woman
Sometimes revered, undoubtedly loved…
She can lie
Without ever blushing...
To make suffer
Without repenting…
To be venal
For her, it's just banal...
Out of sight, out of mind
For her, it's a challenge...
She can even deny it
Without ever backing down...
She can show her butt
And go to confession…
She knows how to make fakes
Avoiding lumps…
It can jam the waves
To better deceive the world...
Don't throw stones at him...
To light the fire
There must be at least two of you...
Men are no better;
For a moment in bed
They would deny their God...
Satisfy their desires
Rhymes with pleasure…
Reaching out to neighbors
Without fear of gossip...
They come up with lame excuses
Without even raising my voice...
Satisfy their hunger
Never ends…
Sometimes their impulses
Make them lose their minds...
For them, nothing is strange.
They think with their ass...
Without looking down
Finding yourself in bed...
For them, loyalty
It's really complicated
Even forgiven
They'll start again...
Lying to their children
For them, it's obvious...
Cheating for revenge
Is this obvious?
Cuckolding is well known.
Is always the last to be warned...
Sometimes their double life
Lasts a lifetime…
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