Blind Sheep
Everyone's mind is a wet rag
soaked by suige water;
that the rich flush down
their gold toilets.
While we starve ourselves
with cheap jobs,
recieving cheap pay
So we can pay off
a house for the next 30 years...
but we will call it home
Our homes sit on
their royal grid. Watching us
from above
Laughing,
as we go to grab
the false answer everytime it's dangled.
Us sheep have one purpose
to make the kings and queens
drown with riches
basking in their chair of
power.
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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