You Can Tell Me Something

Buddy had a mind

Like a steel trap.

Once you got into it

There’s no going back.

Talk about it all day long

Yappy yap yap.

Still doesn’t matter cause

Yapping is a trap.

Trap you like a turtle

Lying on it’s back.

Sweep your little legs

Like sweeping legs mattered.

But Buddy, he had heard

That sweeping,

And believing,

Was best left for the not herd.