Not too old to get whipped
My Pops never cease to amaze Me..... always the magician He is. Just when I think I figured out something, He Rubix cubes it & hands it back with that grin & innocent giggle..... & I have to go sit with that🤔 for a spell to figure it out again.
He's always fine tuned Me to handle My situations in Life.
I've come a long way because of His Love & teaching into Me.
Yet to this day, as old as I Am, I know for a fact I'm not too old, grown or "wise" to get whipped 'round by Him, while sending Me away...scratching My head. Trying to figure out what just happened & why🤣
So here I Am again as I sit, trying to figure Him out once again. 😌😞😕 *sigh.
For this one is taking Me time, filling Me with never ending golden revelations. And He last told Me "when You figure it out let me know"🤣
Hiyah. Famous last words that makes the spanking sting into memory. 🤕🤭🤫 a whipping I'll never forget. 😁😁 It's for My own good.
That's why I work so hard at whatever My Pops gives Me, it's to teach Me how to save My hide from getting tanned, by Me... I'm ever thankful for My Own WhipMan.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal reflection on father-child relationship and life lessons.
SparseMeasureDense
Moderate idea density; mix of narrative reflection and philosophical observation.
DarkSentimentBright
Predominantly positive despite tough love; gratitude and affection dominate.
StillEnergyExplosive
Conversational intensity with exclamation marks; earnest but not explosive.
MicroLengthEpic
Approximately 25-28 lines; within 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rubix cube metaphor, personification, magician reference; moderately ornate speech.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective meditation on paternal relationship.
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