Daemons come in all forms, in every shape and kind
But the worst are the self-doubt ones, that lurk inside your mind.
You may be strong you may be fit, young, and beautiful
But when that self-doubt daemon calls, it makes you feel a fool.
For you start to doubt your value, or just how important that you are
To those that love and need you, those who see your star.
It’s easy for the many who live confident each day
That don’t have ****** daemons that chips your fire away.
That daemon may be memories or fears that may not come.
But when he starts awakening that’s when you become numb.
But know that there are others who need you, love you so
Take their strength and loving, tell that ****** where to go.
Tell him he’s not taking you, way back into that cell
The him you're now stronger and he can go to hell.
Talk, just talk to someone, even one you may not know
And let that star inside you once again begin to grow.

Do you feel my weight against your knee?
Do you know I’m here though you cannot see?
Do you see me lie upon the floor,
As I always did beside the door?
Do you smell my scent upon the breeze?
Do you hear me run through the autumn leaves?
Do know that I'm beside you now?
For I’ll sit with you if you allow.
They think I'm gone but I stay with you.
That loyal friend you always knew.
Please love another as you loved me
But know that you are here with me.

I’m a German Shepherd, I come in different forms.
Sable, Black, and Black and Tan are what most would call the norms.
My hair is long or could be short or even plush as well.
But one thing is for certain, I’m the shedding dog from hell.
Now I am known as loyal, brave, and sharp of mind.
I guard, I search and track you, and guide you if you’re blind.
I warn when there is danger if there’s strangers at the door
But in truth I’d rather fool around and goof upon the floor.
I am strong willed, I like routine, but I crave a loving hand
I’ll do what I think must be done, I need lines drawn in the sand.
I need a loving leader who will lead and take control.
For if they’re not I’ll step up and I will take that role.
Show that you have confidence and I’ll stay easy by your side.
But if you don’t, I can become, Satan or his bride.
These things can scare off people who don’t understand my breed.
But treat me right and train me well, then I’m every dog you’ll need.
I am a German Shepherd, I just want you to love me.
Do just this and you will have the best dog there can be.

Would it be odd if the odd ode was neat.
Can a ode skip along with a regular beat?
Old odes I’ve found were odd to my ear
A style which to me was never quite clear.
If I wrote an old ode, lets say about God
If I made it rhyme would that be odd?
For an ode to be good should it not rhyme
Or am I not towing the poetry line?
It’s all odd to me this poetry code
And I can’t be having this odious ode.

Come, I bid you listen, heed my words for I am truth
I’ve the wisdom of the old not the fickleness of youth.
Doubt me at your peril disbelief will be your cross
Ignore me when I whisper, oh that will be your loss.
Oh yes, I know you hear me I can see it in your eyes
I revel when you come to know I’m not telling lies.
Sure at times I might be twisted to suit a certain cause
But I am truth, and truth be told, that’s all I ever was.
So sit and learn some lessons that I will give for free
For I am truth, I cannot lie, I am HISTORY.

Please don’t feel the need to shoot me, don’t just turn and walk away
I know some will berate me for what I’m going to say.
But have we become jelly, thin skinned, some call it woke
It’s got now that it’s ******* hard to even tell a joke.
“You can’t say that!” they tell me, “Oh no you will offend!”
That man-like blue haired Karen sitting at the end
Of the table full of women sat sipping on their gin
“Oh, is that so?” I tell them “Now where do I begin!”
Sure, an English and a Scotsman can’t walk into a bar
With a mate who is an Irishman, so they leave him in the car.
Now the joke just isn’t funny if Paddy isn’t dim
So go on get our mucker, go and bring him in.
And on that fact, I’ll tell you that the Irish do not care
For even back in Ireland the ****** lives in Clare.
The Scot he can’t be frugal or as we once knew “******* tight!”
We can’t say that Welshmen love to sleep with **** sheep at night.
We can’t use words like *******, arses, holes or ****
Hell I’m not allowed to even say the wifes mother is a bat.
God forbid don’t mention the colour of ones skin
And should I now feel guilty saying “God” is that a sin?
If you know it wasn’t mean to hurt or offend, then let it go
Especially if you paid to see the comedians ******* show.
Oh, **** I swore, agghh I said ****, I’m in the bad books now
And I’ll tell you, I blame that Karen, she’s a ******* cow