Gangur

The She master of yoga

                         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Faster than a fox pursued by hounds,

Stronger than a bull with balls and horns,

The Gangur, a native of battles and wars,

Comes to teach a bloke a thing or two about life.

She may come as the wife, to chain the floods of orgasm,

As a sister, to rattle the false calm of vanity,

The daughter, to cross the Ts and dot the Is.

Fearless, more rabid than dogs, gnashes her teeth,

And snarles her insults at the man of the lone doer.

Tis to get him to rise and conquer the knowledge,

Of the heavens, life, death, loves and the miracles,

And to do it alone and to say, I know that I know.

Very difficult to achieve, even in life after lives,

Without her expert touch and granmotherly kindness.

My sweet Gangur, may you bless others, the way you have me.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice.