Declan Molloy Poet Rhyme

I Call Him Fred

I Call Him Fred

Fred does it all
He is asexual and marvellous
Fred knows just about everything 
naturally Fred is rather studious

Fred cares not if you die
and he can see in the dark 
there, sitting on his celestial perch
Fred's is the magical imaginary spark

Fred knows your pleasures
your secrets, thoughts and worse 
Yet Fred is not so easily impressed
and oh, defies gravity, of course

Fred hears everything you say
in jest or barbarous anger
Fred will never ever forget your sins
And yeah, Fred's been here forever

Fred is my ancient deity
with a penchant for pure white clothing
although I never seen my Fred
non-existence is still curiously imposing

So lets call him Fred
or any name you'd choose
pretend people are just like that
the very essence of woowoo

I'd say, don't be so disappointed
at his failed omnipresence
there are five-thousand to choose from
one may easily supercede 
Fred's obsolescence

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