Good Ole Jack Poem by Udiah (witness to Yah)

I once knew a man
Who was known as Jack
A name to which many lay claim
It's hidden you know
Within Gaelic bro
As found in the surname Mac

That dirty ole Jack
So sneaky in fact
He stole the best blessings of bro
Seems he did take aim
At winning the game
When other meanings they lack

Yep, he'd set them up
And then watch them grow
For a fall of God's Holy Name
I do wonder still
What is in God's Will
As for one John and his wits?

'Ask NOT what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country.'
Wow, even in The Celtic bro
That must have hit low
Maybe ‘twas the Fitz
Or survival in God's midst?