Monday, June 29, 2009

Fear is the Drug

Sheep are the addicts
they crave the run
in great wide circles
they crave the collisions
the criss-cross hi-jinks
and panicked alerts

The Shepherds
drunk on power
pretending the soldiers
are childish toys
shout and wave
‘the wolves are here’
run run run
‘the wolves are here’

The Sheep want to believe
they see sharpened teeth
in every smile
they hear stalking
on every padded footfall
silly … woolly minded … addicts

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