You see them everywhere
The sheeple
They scurry here and there
The sheeple
Where do they come from
Where do they go
The sheeple
Feeble-minded people
You see them all around
The sheeple
They only pull you down
The sheeple
How does it happen
Who really knows
The sheeple
Soulless, dense people
BaaBaa
Black Sheep
Leave them
Have the wool
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May 9, 2009 at 4:25 pm
bindo
Sheeple!!!! LMAO
May 11, 2009 at 3:19 am
Charles
lol. yes you have a sense of humor.
you like to play with words as i do. have you ever tried writing onomatopoeia? i don’t have any posted but i love writing it. this one reminds me of one i have called Insomniac.
Insomniac
“Pull!”
One, two, three…
KaChunk clik Boom!
Baaaaa baaaaa… Ack!
Plop!
“Pull!”
One, two, three…
KaChunk clik Boom!
Baaaaa baaaaa… Ack!
Plop!
(sigh)
you should see me do a drum solo or a piano, although i haven’t quite got the electric guitar figured out despite i have been playing for over 25 years.
okillshutupnow
May 13, 2009 at 7:46 am
benjaminchew110478
sensed some frustration in the poem there. =)
the sheeple lol!
good one
May 17, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Pierre
One inevitably shares bread with the sheeple, inevitably is formed and transformed by them. One does not engulf the sea when one is but a dot quivering within it, even if in its quivering is spills moon beams in the darkness’ mist.
On such Zarathustra spoke, advising a strong stomach:
And the bite on which I choked the most, wasn’t knowing that life necessitates hostility and death and torture-crosses: – but I once asked, and almost choked on my question: What? Does life also make the riffraff “necessary”? Are poisoned wells and stinking fires and dirty dreams and maggots in the bread of life necessary?