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ITS THE MUD THAT LUVS US
Wallowing in our comfort zones,
Is not the taste of Mondays;
Penultimate to the hype of carnival,
Indeed just the opposite.
Altars of reverence are deserted,
Adulting factors of brain go warp.
A communal mayhem dances,
To the feverish pace, of bacchanalia.
Mud always, its the mud that luvs us,
As we become our own primal Adam.
ITS THE MUD THAT LUVS US © gillena cox 2017
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #96, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
recycling the Trini saying "like hog luv mud" and responding to
Recycle a Saying (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
Welcome to Monday WRites
13 February 2015
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Monday 27th and Tuesday 28th February, Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago, year 2017