i am a sheep of the blackest
shade.
and my sisters,
wooly white angels
in bleached mohair.
me i could do no good.
me bad through to the core.
them angelic, pure.
at least that's what, everybody,
thought they saw
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan
my feet have always had,
a need to be elsewhere.
Dad called it my infernal wanderlust...
so, i have heeded their call.
travelled far and wide,
finding love in ports everywhere,
but none for to be my bride.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
always moving forward,
so i don't have to...
look behind.
but still,
self recrimination
is a constant bedfellow
of mine.
you know, it takes years,
of dedicated time and headspace.
to become a man,
beyond, his prime.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
a merry, meticullous ******
who can laugh, at hisself,
yet, still continue to commit his biggest crime,
daily i **** myself....
daily i survive....
just a one man crime wave,
not worth trying to save.
but you do, you do.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
motley me,
with a jester's soul.
trying for laughter,
but just getting more old.
lived a life, bought,
purely on fool's gold.
now close to the hereafter and still breaking the mold.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
the Crue knew who i am.
i am just one of this world's many misunderstood.
girl i am just one member of the black sheep clan.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
i am a sheep of the blackest
shade.
and my sisters,
wooly white angels
in bleached mohair.
me i could do no good.
me bad through to the core.
them angelic, pure.
at least that's what, everybody,
thought they saw
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan
my feet have always had,
a need to be elsewhere.
Dad called it my infernal wanderlust...
so, i have heeded their call.
travelled far and wide,
finding love in ports everywhere,
but none for to be my bride.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
always moving forward,
so i don't have to...
look behind.
but still,
self recrimination
is a constant bedfellow
of mine.
you know, it takes years,
of dedicated time and headspace.
to become a man,
beyond, his prime.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
a merry, meticullous ******
who can laugh, at hisself,
yet, still continue to commit his biggest crime,
daily i **** myself....
daily i survive....
just a one man crime wave,
not worth trying to save.
but you do, you do.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
motley me,
with a jester's soul.
trying for laughter,
but just getting more old.
lived a life, bought,
purely on fool's gold.
now close to the hereafter and still breaking the mold.
girl, i am a member of the black sheep clan.
the Crue knew who i am.
i am just one of this world's many misunderstood.
girl i am just one member of the black sheep clan.
napo wrimo day20
prompt; write a poem in the voice of a family member.
for this i chose my uncle dan
now past, he was the adventurer of my mothers generation, and misunderstood by some in his family.
but a beautiful soul and sorely missed.
in the poem there is reference to Motley Crue's
song "Misunderstood"
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