Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
None the wiser
We're all excited
To be sheep.
The way we follow
The herd without flaw.
The greedy wolves
Flag us down and take
What's ours and we
Assume that it has
To be this way.
Instead of fighting,
We agree it's for the best.
The enthusiasts bleat
For affection, attention,
They bleat to be heard.
And so we all bleat because
We're saying the same thing
Loudly so maybe we'll be heard.
Instead, we are sheered and
Made to look pretty, put
Out into the pasture,
And told that things have changed
When clearly
The appearance is different,
But not the situation.
We are none the wiser.
3-13-12
To be sheep.
The way we follow
The herd without flaw.
The greedy wolves
Flag us down and take
What's ours and we
Assume that it has
To be this way.
Instead of fighting,
We agree it's for the best.
The enthusiasts bleat
For affection, attention,
They bleat to be heard.
And so we all bleat because
We're saying the same thing
Loudly so maybe we'll be heard.
Instead, we are sheered and
Made to look pretty, put
Out into the pasture,
And told that things have changed
When clearly
The appearance is different,
But not the situation.
We are none the wiser.
3-13-12
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