I'm usually at peace, find words are a puzzle,
When going to war, my mouth they won't muzzle.
A warrior poet, really not giving a shit,
Won't be controlled so you better quit.
Write what I want, not answering to authority,
Use your mind, don't join the sheeple majority.
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- Published: May 15th, 2025 05:26
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Comments5
Loved the neologism created by combining the two words people and sheep coming up with sheeple that applied so well. This could well be a rap song. Loved it
Appreciate it!
Good write, non-sheeple person! lol.
Haha cheers!
And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.
Amen to that!
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Thanks!
A great write, to the point but true, enjoyed
Cheers, yes it is quite short.
You are very welcome
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