I am done
Ten years my junior
We’re group, he’s a friend
All involved, in air and the space
I asked him to re-do
What he’d done in the past
“I am out, I am done, ” he replied
He is smart
Down to earth, is humble
Works like mule without want
But Ian and his like
The law-men who steal
Have made him Pessimist
Solution’s in obstacle
For fighters not for him,
Who is broken; a pessimist
Shame on wolves like Ian
Lamb members and sheep flocks
Like potholes; deaf, stupid, also dumb
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