Years ago Before the internets, I wanted dreads Long locks that made the sheeple scatter. I tried eggs, and wax, and other weird mess I was too young to know any better and too impatient to wait I gave up. Years past, and I got the money to have someone else Get me dreads. A Hundred dollars and twists, A shower and I'm back to square One. Years, again. The dreads called me, from across the globe. Went to see Bob, No body, but not gone for sure. I learned to ask for the backcomb and dreads, Finally. But I wasn't ready for the wisdom they lay upon your head. Bye bye dread. Now, no help, no money, no wax. Know dreads. And here I am, on the road again, ready, patient, a dread in training.
No, not really - no spelling errors except intentional ones. And as for the grammar - they call it poetry. "sheeple" - sheep people "know dreads" - He's playing off the line before, saying essentially that the dreads have come into being.
Went to see Bob, No body, but not gone for sure. So I take it that obvi since Bob's not with us, the OP looked to him for inspiration. I do enjoy the errors since it emphasizes that the OP is still in training and is experiencing the process literally one breath at a time. I read that after noticing how different feelings have their own lines. Since when did poetry have to be perfect anyways?
wow ya'll really know how to analayze! I didnt catch any of that. I thought sheeple was a spelling error for sheep. lol.
