Sheep

People don't ever think for themselves There's this book I read on cultural evolution That says group think is an adaptation If someone says snake And you take the time to look for yourself You're dead Natural selection favors the man who runs My son has flashbacks Seven years old, crying out of nowhere Because someone made him think of the sheep: A phallic toy, half ram head and half sheep Fondled by my oldest one night on Skype Before I knew what it was He played it off, cuz he's not supposed to cry Cuz it's worse when he does Said he loved the sheep Wanted it Made me look up sheep toys on Amazon for his birthday His father is the goddamned shepherd I say, "Look!" and he screams, "Snake!" Drives all the wondering sheep Right back to the pen And they line up to sodomize my child