Lassoing Men To Corral Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Take men trying to lasso, hogtie, and even brand me
Men must think I’m gullible, to digest their small reality
My Father hold the reigns of my domain to date
Let them stand in line, take a number, or better yet wait

When my Soul-mate comes in I want doubt or make a fuss
There’s be a calm knowing confirming Fathers plans; His plus
What is it with men, do they really think they can just lasso
It’s the same old song with ones serenading as a basso

Glad to say God is launching me way for His commission
Men seem to carry old baggage for selfish transgressions
What’s with ‘corralling yah’ before getting to know yah
God give me one focused humbly, before seeing his flaw