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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Saturday 11 January 2014

.P.T.P.D ( Put the pot down!)

.P.T.P.D

Put down the pot,
put down the pot.
It will break you and own you.
You're trying to prove your bravado; ayeh,
you're not brave enough, bro.
It will break and water will pour over you.

Is it shame you seek?

Put down the pot,
put down the pot.
You're holding onto it; ayeh,
your hands are not glued to it.
You only fear to let go yet if you don't,
your mental enslavement will grow.

Is it fear that drives you?

Put down the pot,
put down the pot.
I know it looks beautiful, ayeh
It's like the forbidden fruit.
there is reason why you do not deserve it;
otherwise, you will grow an undesirable habit.

Is it beauty that drives you?

Put down the pot,
Put down the pot.
I know you are thirsty; ayeh,
that should not make you feisty.
Drink your water with modesty,
and only when need be.

Is it thirst you long to quench?

Put down the pot,
Put down the pot,
It is not only hot, ayeh,
It will burn you and lead you to choke,
so if you do not stop running stops.
the fine you'll pay will be high and ruin your rapport.

Is it temptation that drives you?

Put down the pot,
Put down the pot,
It might lure you; ayeh,
It only puts you out of your gourd
yet does not have the potency,
to force you into dependency.

It is only a pot,
so put it down,
you can carry it another time,
and even if it gets stolen,
you can always make another.

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