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

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