A squid won't care if heard and seen
only once by a cruel family
Who would go to see a squid
instead of Marie's current lid?
Who would eat their mother's tears
labeled 'mock calamari ears' ?
I do not fear being observed and seen
By children who aren't very mean
I do not want to be seen nor loaned
To brute beasts who reject Gad's stone
I have seen some animals just one time
Who still remain within my mind
The bird I saw on Cleveland turf
Was dead before I saw it hurt
I tucked the bird into some leaves
Unlike Las Vegas 'Mr. Reaves'
I can do what squids can't do
I don't love many.... just a few
A few, a remnant, will believe
In Gad and me, not their golf sleeve
If my seeds think 'maternal source'
I might be seen as a tough horse
If my family really loves my life
They'll visit me..... a holy 'ex-wife'.
I am not clothed like royalty
My covering matters very much to me
No longer caged, I roam on earth
Just as an alley cat with girth
If your like Abaddon's men to me
I might study you, not simple tea
I'll survive day 1203
Like an angel in Wood county
(Shakespear and others such as Kareem Abdul-Jabbar have wasted far too much time writing way too much fiction and not spent enough time studying the element Ru44 or a rod or iron.)
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