Swirls uncurled
In a confused heap
Only to tangle
Mangle
In disarray
I've lost
All semblance
Of sheep
Can't lose
What I never had
I can't seem to help
The steely countenance
Of stiffened spine
When flocks appear
To rifle with my mind
A collection of gaggle
Thrown haphazardly
As I skirt issues
Meant to unhinge
The unhinged
I smile sheepishly
Beware the hidden fangs
Ready to bite
The hand, the tongue
That smites
As I mentioned previously
I've lost
All semblance
Of sheep
Can't lose
What I never had
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