I wrote a poem...

I feel like an angsty 12 year old emo kid :laugh:
My fiance thought it was good, and I think it's good, but I'd rather get the opinion of non-biased strangers
Go ahead...I can take it!!!

Swift, little sheep; into the herd.
Follow along, now. Don't be disturbed
By the dog with sharp teeth
Telling you just where to go.
Your whole life is ahead
And you only live once
So follow along, little sheep.

Form a line, little sheep.
The man with the clippers
Will now take everything that you own.
After he's left you there,
Naked and cold,
You go back to the herd, little sheep.

Don't take any risks, little sheep.
Can't you see that the world is too big
To care about one little ewe?
The wolves, they'll devour you
Or you'll surely fall ill,
So come back to the herd, little sheep.

Oh just think, little sheep!
All the land left to roam
All the cold, dark unknown
This world is too big!
Your life has been planned;
Just stay here, take my hand
And follow along, little sheep.