Month: September 2018

Gold sheep Black sheep Brown

there once was a Gold sheep,
his chin held up high.
he’d walk with a purpose,
he’d walk with a stride.

i had to befriend him,
the stories he’d tell!
“hello mr. Gold sheep!”
he said, “go to hell!”

but sheep go to heaven,
and goats go to hell
and i am no goat,
so i said, “farewell.”

there once was a Black sheep,
they said, “please beware,
he moves without purpose,
he moves without care,”

but i don’t scare easy,
“hello mr. Black!”
he said, “go to hell,
and never come back!”

but sheep go to heaven,
and goats go to hell
and i am no goat,
so i said, “farewell.”

there once was a Brown sheep,
that Brown sheep was me,
and i am no coward,
you just wait and see.

i’ll go to the Gold sheep,
i’ll go to the Black,
i’ll drag them to hell,
to heaven and back!

“hello mr. Gold sheep,
hello mr. Black!
you will not avoid me,
your faces i’ll smack.
you think you’re so special,
the color of your wool.
you two can go eat shit
until you are full.”

the Gold one responded
with a practiced grace,
“hey, there is no need
to smack anybody’s face.”

the Black one agreed
with one thing to note,
“we were being polite,
a goat is a goat,”

and sheep go to heaven,
and goats go to hell.
i guess i’m a goat,
i just couldn’t tell!

so, “thank you mr. Gold sheep,
thank you mr. Black!
now, that would explain
all the manners i lack.
so, you fuck your mother,
and you fuck your dad.”

hey, being a goat
isn’t half baaahhd.

“Gold sheep Black sheep Brown”
©Steven Cuenca

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