The humble monk is praised by all those who eat meat, for they only sacrifice the veggie.
Yet lion locks suggest a more ravenous glare from you towards us who strive for fields of hay.
Maybe the past gives carnivorous personality but to hunt well is to blend amongst grazers.
Even though I run fast and pounce hard, I also yell to frighten those unwilling to charge back,
Because my monastery preaches fun, fairness, acceptance and forgiveness;
A well balanced diet in opened dishes not covered in plastics.
And so the painted blue eyes burn deep when their quenching my red
The giant cats’ mane is poking through pasts forms’ torn flesh, making you look like yew.
So you roar that they are golden sheep curls, but we both know their not.
For no one knows the predator better then the prey.
Author notes
This is another poem i wrote about another one of my friends...several were written, and so far i have entered and made a more final draft for only two...
i like this final draft a lot because it actually has a message.
The first draft had a lot more themes then this one, but i am glad i got rid of a bunch of them, i stuck to the themes of falseness (such as painted, plastic, form, suggest, colors and their meaning/ associations ( like a sense of visual imagery) and then the entire animal comparison of sheep/rams to that of lions. also its funny instead of wolves in sheeps clothing i guess this is about "lions".
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