BE HOOVEN By Tom Jensen
At the feet of the sheep is where I’m pointing blame
The nerve of the herd to be so weak, so meek, so tame
When just one dumb shepherd and a big, bad wolf
Is all it takes to help self-contain
The masses, the asses,
The donkeys, the princesses,
The knights and the mares
All become fenced in by a pen
That now writes about how
Much that they don’t care…
Sometimes...
I make something out of nothing
Or else turn nothing into something
Not sure...
If it's God given or innate
Rheatorical or satirical
Quantum or just spiritual
or a bloody f%&king miracle...
People say, "Well, isn't that something?"
Bashfully I say, "Oh, it was nothing!"
I could crush your skull like a rat on a ship
Or I could dress you down out of your gown now strip!
I could help you stand your ground with a fist
Dance with you in a field of dreams…
How could I resist?