A Fox In The Foxhole Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

He doesn't get a lot of calls,
Some are tough calls that don't go his way,
So it's nice to have a fox in the foxhole with him
An oar the rights his wayward boat,
Steering clear of the due process well past its expiration date
They're one of a kind that's two of a kind,
It's different now...and they let it be different,
Past notions and barrier that block their true sight
Now they know, now they see, themselves,
The blind spots have a route, we made the right call, we are cleared for exploration