Jonathots Daily Blog
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Counting Sheepish
I took a stroll
Through my soul
A worthy quest indeed
I do declare
‘Twas quite a scare
To stumble upon such greed
“Goddamn the Earth”
Of my natural birth
I am often heard to say
God forgive my weakness
Without the meekness
Of those who truly pray
For you are wrong
And don’t belong
In my tiny vision
But I can lie
And often cry
In the throes of indecision
My life is right
Yours a fright
I eat up all the grace
You must be contrite
And bring forth light
Or I’ll be in your face
Yet I made a start
In my heart
To be a kinder being
But my patience is thin
Exposes my sin
A blind man, never seeing
Able to be true
Through the Golden Rule
And escape the nasty scheme
A good report
For time is short
Living out a childlike dream