A MUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE

A mumble in the jungle

Is no fumble to be humble

It is a trap of a triangle

To cage you in a crucible

No need to yourself entangle

By a mumble in the jungle

Shhh, there are many empty crucibles

With ears on the ground for a mumble

So yes, mumbles feed the crucibles

In the jungle

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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8 replies on “A MUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE”

Your river is deep at times even for me to swim, and I am pretty good but ah you are even better, that’s not to say I can’t it just say………….

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I know. Even I have to sometimes sit in order to decipher what my head says. So I do get you.

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Mumbles humbles triangles?

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I meant to say that sometimes, if you talk to much (mumble) thinking you are being transparent (humble) there are gangs (triangles) who will take you for granted and do you in. Hope you get my flow.

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