Dropping tiny seeds of creeping doubt, bitterness here, a bit there, both far and wide,
sowing your spikey Wickedpedian errors, prickly thistles of a favorite, blind guide,
thorny knowledge, freely tossed about, hoping for weak ones to err to your thorny side,
turn, Beloved with shredded heart, lest your favored thorns among which you hide
finally become that scarred, thorny hill upon which you alone must ever
reside…
God bless you… Return to Him.
Culturally-challenged Poetry by Bobby Eoj 