lost sheep

lost sheep

I worry for them, poor lost sheep
like lemmings rushing toward the edge
hungry for their shepherd’s lies
they hang onto his every tweet
he soothes them with vague promises
that he will likely never keep
fills their heads with fear and dread
it haunts them while they sleep
their wretched souls to him they pledge
hungry for their shepherd’s lies
into the dark abyss they leap


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).

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