“It wasn’t me who voted them in.” He bleated, quite moronic.
“And all the lies we’re being told, I think I need a colonic.”
He looked around and gathered his thoughts, “I need to pen a missive,
To my local member, here in town, and it needs to be derisive.”
His needs lined up and in a row he smoothed the sheet for writing.
Nib to page, ink to flow, the Minister’s in for a smiting.
And as the words began to roll with sweet and honeyed menace,
The smile in his eyes began to show, he started, “My name’s Dennis.”
He listed off the promises made with a corresponding date
And coupled them with grievances to even out the slate.
He moaned and groaned and spouted steam. He really was quite grumpy.
And when he read it back again, he found his syntax lumpy.
Scrunch it up and start again, it surely must be proper.
With guilt to place and thoughts to sway, he breached a mental stopper.
And now, when Dennis wrote some more his thoughts and words were crystal.
Seven pages, neatly scrawled. What a delightful epistle.
Did anyone see millions of rainbows fill up the skies?
Did anyone see the heavens bloom and a child appear?
Flying, floating, and fluttering to a numb-filled surprise
Rested between Joseph and Mary, filled with divine cheer
The racks where they dwelt, as there's no place in the human hearts
Mystic music concerts were heard like thunder and earthquakes.
Cows, bulls, and sheep stood as though forgetting their breathing arts.
The Almighty's graces seemed to surround them like ice flakes.
Those who were sleeping were dreaming of the birth of a saviour.
Though they felt a thud, they did not feel the need to be awake.
And, hence, on that blessed night, they could not find God's favour.
The shepherds hurried to meet him, who came down for their sake.
Cows mooed and goats bleated the Gloria of the angels.
Eyes open, Jesus slept amidst changes that seemed changeless
"A straight! Two-three, five-six and eight,"
but Mildred bleated, "Ain't no straight;
you, Alice-ewe, are one dumb rump."
Bright chortles burbled round the stump
till Jingles raised, "Two straws of hay,"
too rich for Fay-Fay: "I can't play,
though, know that ram hauled in by truck?
I thought he gave me … lotsa luck!"
Suzette guffawed, "Not luck you meant."
"Perv, pigsty's where your mind has went!"
"Well, we all know why he's brung here …"
"Too bad it's only once a year."
"Who poofed?" sneered Molly, "That's so crass!
Wow, someone dined on rancid grass …"
Embarrassed Mildred urged, "Just play,
let's brighten up this gloomy day."
Belle brooded, "Yeah, dawn brings the shears …"
"Well you look cute, nude tail to ears."
"And your sagged udder shows you're old!"
Tense silence fell--that barb was bold--
but Alice, heedless, claimed, "Two pair!"
which drew the wrath of Mildred's stare:
"Two fives, a two with ten on top?
You're one stupid mutton chop …"
The silence of the ewes
He helped run them up seven sheep for the slaughter
got them into the truck, taking them to the abattoir
in a pen outside, they waited and bleated nonstop
Dim-witted perhaps, they didn’t expect a happy result.
In circles, they ran, but one by one, caught and
brought into slaughter.
When it was the last sheep’s turn to go into
the room of lifeblood and gloating men in caps
the sheep had stopped bleating following its
captors in and offered no resistance.
The men in bloodied overalls were silent
this was unexpected, yet the axe fell
In the night, the boy had a dream he had stopped
the slaughter of the seventh sheep, together
boy and animal walked to a green field
to a place where the sun does not ever set and
the sky is deep azure.
The boy held on to this dream for a long time
believing it to be the truth, but finally, he had to let go
He was as guilty as the men with gore on their hands
simply by being of the humankind
We never knew her real name, called her Ram Girl Bailey.
She was fluffy like her namesakes, her life placid and boring.
Stayed to herself, loving rams, nurturing them daily.
She bleated like them, her empathy for them soaring.
Ram Girl Bailey never married but was happier than others.
She rarely had depressing days, anger or any strife.
Spending her life among ram babies and their thoughtful mothers.
We never understood it, but it was her best kind of life.
She gave me soup-less soup
In it I found her loaded smile
She smiled to me magnets
In her smiles rested all smiles
And greetings she did to me
In it I found her glowing smiles
I tried to run away from her
In the bush I found her smiles
I smiled bitterly in lonely smile
In my tears I found her smiles
Like a ram I bleated regrets
But in the bleat her smiles rolled
And entered my smile reserves
Her smiles entangled mine
Then I thought; no wonder
Conqueror of hearts she is
But can she conquer universe too?
The cows, they lowed
The sheep, they bleated
The pigs, they squealed
Herded together tight, overheated
Squeezed into lines
Individuality stripped
Indignity's design
Poked, prodded, whipped
through airport corridors
lines stretching forever
making tasty hors d'oeuvres
for blue-uniformed beasts, however...
Love songs and empty words curled
Around ideas of what love
Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,
Shaking and shattering bones
And all expectation of the
Normalcy in past, weak coals that don’t smolder.
Life as it should be intrigued
My mind, kindled my spirit, and
Sizzled my heart as he seeped into my pores.
Head-strong and stubborn, he carved
The strict laws into his essence.
He obeyed these principles as religion,
And like a lamb he followed
The world’s ideology of
Perfection deeper into the demise he
Designed himself every time
He bleated for a white ewe,
Not out of his love of crisp snow, but the world’s.
Stopped in my tracks,
About to act,
They had no backs,
To brake the pact.
Out with living,
Within the shark,
They prodded giving,
And ripped the bark.
They shouldered guilt,
Fashioned disease,
Covered in silt,
They gave no release.
Indecent to dancer,
Productive to criminal,
They shook my chancer,
Into bilateral.
Never considerate,
Always conceited,
They live to abate,
The darkness bleated.
Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light
Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry
Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun
Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day
Living is just like a seesaw game
For him living was making gain
Living a lavished lifestyle soothe his pain
One lousy day that turned flesh to ashes
There trapped in a steamy smoke of flames
Brain stacked with many thought to escape the confusion
But even God could not help him in this pain not even a sager
Thou he could scream out loud but ears were blocked with fear
For today he sees what no man envy to see
He has open flames that burns from distance
Burning in the car that he spent years to get
But today he cannot get out
Only a prayer could assuage the pain
He screamed like a bleated sheep
Flames succumb his solitary figure like wood letting of fuel
Fear vanish as he open his mouth wide to furious heat
He dies a long waited death that makes him free
Leaving the last time in the flames of hell
Without any tears to nourish his precious skin that he leaves
Now free from all pain but nowhere to go without her.
She needed you,
Now you decide to come back?
how conceded
you just took her heart and bleated
If you think you can just come back
ha(laughs)
your senses are just lacked
When she needed you the most,
you hid far away by that dark coast
You hid in the dark, not even leaving a mark
She wandered endlessly where you were
where were you sir?
Night upon night, she would cry you a river until her eyes became dry,
night after night she cried, as the days went by
Now you decided to come back?
your a coward,
heart so sour,
She wants to tell you to jump from the highest tower,
but unlike you she is not a coward
She needed you
needed?
now its too late, needed is too conceded
Beneath a dark and grumpy cloud
I stood naked in a field and sung aloud
In broken chokey nouns and vowels
About my love, My only pal
I dripped with rain
I needed a towel
But these words I had to read
And the time was now
'My sweetest love. My love divine'
I shouted to the heavens
'I wish you were mine!
Answer me god if I am right
That this fair maiden should be my wife?'
No answer came except more rain
So I looked around
And was surprised to see
A sheep standing next to me
Grazing neatly
I bleated at it
'Baaaaaaaaaaaaaah'
But it sheepishly ignored me
And Grazed on neatly
What do you say old wooly one?
Can this person be the one?
It turned and looked at me and said
'Shut the hell up you moron!'
And at that, I fled
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