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'' We Do Love Confusion ''
What a blunder,
They've stolen my thunder,
What they've taken, I know won't be missed,
As now they wonder,
Being put asunder,
By something I know didn't exist.
That took donkeys years,
Confirms my fears,
That we humans do love a fuss,
As time disappears,
It brings me to tears,
That Donkeys are no different from us.
The pot says, you're black,
It's substance you lack,
Replies the rusty old kettle,
Take that back,
Or I'll give you a smack,
Remember, I'm too made of metal.
Let's break the ice,
Though it sounds nice,
It could well lead you to drown,
To be concise,
You will pay a price,
It could be the tears of a clown.
To turn a blind eye,
You refuse to comply,
With the fact you are witnessing a melee,
That type of guy,
Is the one who'll deny,
Last night he went down on one knee.
To rub the wrong way,
Is never okay,
In fact, there are times it is dumb,
It's yourself you betray,
When the mess goes astray,
Especially when wiping your bum.
These bizarre proclamations,
Reach across all nations,
Which means there is but one conclusion,
In human relations,
It lays the foundations,
As to why,
‘' We Do Love Confusion ‘'
They've stolen my thunder,
What they've taken, I know won't be missed,
As now they wonder,
Being put asunder,
By something I know didn't exist.
That took donkeys years,
Confirms my fears,
That we humans do love a fuss,
As time disappears,
It brings me to tears,
That Donkeys are no different from us.
The pot says, you're black,
It's substance you lack,
Replies the rusty old kettle,
Take that back,
Or I'll give you a smack,
Remember, I'm too made of metal.
Let's break the ice,
Though it sounds nice,
It could well lead you to drown,
To be concise,
You will pay a price,
It could be the tears of a clown.
To turn a blind eye,
You refuse to comply,
With the fact you are witnessing a melee,
That type of guy,
Is the one who'll deny,
Last night he went down on one knee.
To rub the wrong way,
Is never okay,
In fact, there are times it is dumb,
It's yourself you betray,
When the mess goes astray,
Especially when wiping your bum.
These bizarre proclamations,
Reach across all nations,
Which means there is but one conclusion,
In human relations,
It lays the foundations,
As to why,
‘' We Do Love Confusion ‘'
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`` We Do Love Confusion ``
`` We Do Love Confusion ``
