Me and my Writing

I like to think I am a sort of shepherd of words. I watch my words carefully, and I choose the way in which I want them to move and flow.

I write poems. Some silly, some not so silly. Some that nobody understands the real meaning of until I explain it, only to receive an unsatisfying, “Ahh.”

Wait, what are you saying?

Baa? Bah?

Fuck, right, I am a shepherd.

And you are a literal sheep.