In the spirit of Lent, I decided to give up taking God's name in vain, and the f-word. Not just the obvious f-word... ALL OF THEM. More to come on this breaking story.
I was the sheep, shorn in the Spring Having never been before shorn, Afraid of my bareness Unfamiliar Pleased at my freedom Then I was the lamb Hauled off to the slaughter By my Caretaker, Smiles in his eyes, As I went along with him Now I am the leopard The littlest of the big cats Solitary But what a jaw Protected in the trees
Have a rough day did we? Rough month maybe? How about a rough life? Man, that was rough. Raise your hand if you’re singled out Raise your hand if you’re anonymous Put them both up if you got fucked Hold them higher if you’re broken Like lame horses Like lame ducks Can’t do much but we’re still here If we’re lucky we can fix it Make a nice loser’s club Let’s start a Support Group The Caged Things The Committee running everything Fucking everything up Trademark phrases like “You think you have it rough?” What’re you looking at? I think I’ll cut a bitch. It’s that kind of season.
A favored enemy A dear friend worthy of hatred Both the jury declaring "Guilty" And the defense attorney Everything that is required Nothing that is needed With the knowing touch of a Mother Calming the worst of fears In the next moment striking without restraint Giving that which cannot be rightfully accepted Demanding that which cannot truthfully be given A poison of deception A disease
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