Deep Sleep Sheep
While we sheep deep-sleep
in the digital green pastures,
herders keep us well-stocked
with interests proven to keep
us fast asleep.
Raising sheep with an illusion
of me mine I endless supply,
chasing the greyhound rabbit,
cart-donkeys after the carrot,
has its rewards.
We will follow the loudest bell
over a cliff, into a darkest hell,
because we’re sheep,
and that’s what we do,
to please you
herders loving sleeping sheep,
fattened on a fodder of desire.
“I keep sheep tuned to my bell
so their market value always
serves me well.”
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