The Shepherd And The Sheep Poem by Sean Paul Andradar

There's the man in the moon
the sky in the sun
so find something to do
least of all fun
continue to read and run
like you did, when a kid
once very active running and reading
swimming and running around in the water sprinkler
and now you'll think of her
that dear mother nature
that you once so adored
now you've rele changed
all you do is hoard
and steal the things you wish you had
that you thought would make you glad
but now you're really mad
at yourself for doing what you once hated others for

now i'm about to spit the truth about you
and who you knew you once were
and then you'll learn the facts i've discerned
from watching nothing about you
its basic human nature

You like to think
you know what you want
now you stink
and know what you flaunt
and it doesn't fly well
so get fly, get by and be discreet
you need to impress the people that you meet
and you must confess
traits that you leak
and toil, for soft baby oil
to make the skin soft
like a silky down pillow
a milky round miller
who dispenses expenses like an atm machine
and now you thank God for the facts that you glean
from my uninhibited words
you know you look absurd
so quiet down little sheep
the shepherd's gotta sleep
so you gotta silence
like a reaction commenced on a catalyst
designed by me
The Sage
read about Sage on a page and his rage and he'll blaze a new herd
because you're too damn normal, its alarming
wondering
worrying
about the peer's pressuring
you're gathering
everything about the happening
and the things you're mothering
the insides, the feelings
you're reeling
been pushed to blows with the norm
now you're feeling real warm
you'll never really learn
about independence you yearn
and it spurns you to stray
just beside the common
like obscure top ramen
your soupy
a little loopy
you can never change more
just hope
pull on that rope
and wait for the good things to fall
but they won't
haven't ever and never fill
the half glass is spilled
now get a re-fill
fill the glass to the brim
thats a metaphor
of all that came before:
strife
of
lesson
bet-lacks
life
love
stress
and set-backs

Hope you liked the un-wise words
now y'all are nerds
for reading these hippie words
now y'all are druggies
for reading trippy word
(those to come)
now y'all be flockin
to the words that i'm stockin
the page that i'm rockin
and Sage you'll be stalkin