Wolves In Shepherd Clothing

What if I said you were sheep...
And that the big bad wolf was your shepherd?
Now...don't bite the hand that feeds...
But this new breed of wolves are much more clever...


You see...
They used to hide among the herd,
Wearing your brethren as their fleece,
And for some it's still the same...

But see...
There was more to the story I heard,
Wherein there's an old method of ostracizing sheep,
And for some that hasn't changed...


Black sheep...
Singled out everyday,
Simply for the way they look...
Oh what a dreary field to graze,
When wolves pick up crooks...


And sheep follow blindly
Like the fingers in braille filled books...
Hell is filled with crooks,
And you're following all of them...


Don't follow...
And you might not fall to low
For someone to break your fall...
Oh...
Am I already breaking this fall?

It's almost autumn ain't it?
Falling in love is almost automated,
And that's the norm...


How much better is it to have been born,
In a time when twine wasn't worn
Around the neck,
Administered by crooks...
When we think we're better off
Chocking on a hook...
Crooks...

As far as I'm concerned...
The lord is my shepherd,
And I shall not want to follow anyone else,
Nor the flock they tend to and feed...
Like Hansel and Gretel...
Because when those wolves in shepherd clothing
Get hungry...
They'll bare their teeth...
And that's when they tend to feed...
On sheep...


Of course this is all hypothetical...

I was just saying...
What IF...I said you were sheep...
And the big bad wolf was your shepherd?
Would you bite the hand that feeds...?
Or allow this breed to feel so clever...?

~Nobody