Sheep
// connor_mikita
You pour yourself a bowl of quarters, And eat them with a golden spoon. You eat and you eat but are never full, So you go to the store and spend your time, In exchange for more change, And you eat just to shit, Always filling but never full. You go to your church, Upset that you’re missing the game, And you talk to your god, But he can’t hear you because he’s watching the game. And you see your friends and think, Isn’t this great? And your bed agrees, he still sleeps. You go to work and sit at your desk, Thinking about next year’s vacation, As you chip away at the layers of papers in front of you. And you can get emails on your phone now, So you can make work a home now, And the guys at the water cooler think, Isn’t this great? The windows and the doors laugh at you. You go home and sit on your couch, And you flip on the tube, searching. You pay extra for the extra channels, So you can pay extra time, Seeing people and places you won’t ever experience. And you tell yourself, Isn’t this great? But the remote control is the only one who awaits your arrival, He weeps for you. You tune in to a CNN special, North Korea—the communist nation, And you see these people’s faces and think, What a shame it is to not be free, As you sell your fate to your alarm clock and fall asleep, The moon shuts his off as he awakens and sees your closed eyes. He smiles, for he is free, In a nation of sheep, One brave man is the majority. (Thank you, Edward.)