Feminism Didn't Work and Religion is Mostly Sheep Metaphors

[eel_grass]

Blah. I'm a black sheep,
Gnawing off my wool,
Four tags on four bags,
Three-quarters full,
One for Zoraster,
One for Aquinas,
One for a bonny boy,
One for His Highness.

Zoraster, my master,
I used to be his lamb,
He showed me what growed free,
And called me "madame".
He tooketh me then left me
Beside still water,
He couldn't keep a sheep,
That he couldn't bear to

Comments

[anonymous]

Don't be tricked everyone this isn't a nice poem about sheep. it has one of those hidden meanings to it.
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