Don’t be a doormat
Blistering words from the One’s that speak.
As they kneel to their feet .
Twisting their thoughts to make them their own.
Leavening them sitting like a dog with a bone.
Their brains are on wash with narrow-minded detergent
Starting on spin overdrive, loosing themselves and their souls.
Broken with out a trace of life left on their face.
For these are not what I’m about .
Respecting the human with no doubt.
With a growing soul I will plant the seed.
all will be learning indeed.
With honor I will protect.
Will sing songs of self respect .
Do not plunder yourself to please
Serving should be at ease, let nature take its course and you will see
Teasing and tantalizing each others minds will
Create a rhythm and bodies in time
Thinking for yourself with a willingness to please
Keeping the fire will always please
Expressing yourself and your desires will just make us both grow higher
So if you sit at my feet, know that is your choice as our eyes meet…
By Scott baker
