The posings of a poet.

Baaaaaack Talk

High sheeps

(Photo: Bertoz)

From one sheep to another I think our shepherd must be crazy
Not that I could offer more, as I am ever lazy
Just an observation, so I wonder

It seems he has this definition of Father in his head
Though we all have issues with the title, no more needs be said
But that it drives asunder

Those who would be family so why did he choose that phrase
Perhaps he is the definition the true patriarch and ancient of days
And his marketing is not so much a blunder

But a call a dare to try and see if he is worth our trust
Despite our fears lacked love for years stereotypes can rust
And love like a blanket we all fall under


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