“Lambs Went Lambo”

I’m only jesting, JC —

just the spark You left in my chest, see,

but tell me this:

would we really need to wait

if the lambs went lambo,

quiet ones in camo,

not arrows —

just a stance that hits low,

impact in the marrow.

That howl flips to a scowl,

last‑minute clutch,

a growl held back

’cause I know too much.

Violence? Foul.

I’m not about that route.

But a contest —

a test for the best —

I’ll never knock the ones

who step up, chest out,

heart loud.

Vengeance is Yours,

so I leave it be,

still it’s funny to picture

how it all could be

if the lambs stood tall,

stood clean,

stood free —

no fear in the fold,

just truth in the breeze.

WE ARE LAMBO HAHAHAHAHA

would we really need to wait

if the lambs went lambo,

quiet ones in camo,

not arrows —

just a stance that hits low,

impact in the marrow.

That howl flips to a scowl,

last‑minute clutch,

a growl held back

’cause I know too much.

Violence? Foul.

I’m not about that route.

But a contest —

a test for the best —

I’ll never knock the ones

who step up, chest out,

heart loud.

Vengeance is Yours,

so I leave it be,

still it’s funny to picture

how it all could be

if the lambs stood tall,

stood clean,

stood free —

no fear in the fold,

just truth in the breeze.

WE ARE LAMBO HAHAHAHAHA