Written by mike ennenbach

sheep

he was
a sheep
in wolf’s clothing
a little man
with
a puffed up chest
hidden behind
muscles
he couldn’t use
but if attitude
counted
he was still
nothing
but a sack of shit
staining
whatever street
he happened to
slide down

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