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Sheep

you hand us,
a barrel of lies;
hopig that we will believe.
the niave ones
fill up on all
that they can.
the others just
stand there watching.
the ones who dove in,
have become your sheep.
they follow you
no matter what.
they have become
your helplessly, devoted,
followers...
they've put on the collar,
and handed you the chain.
you lead them close to you,
tugging and pulling.

the rest of us stand there,
puzzled and suprised.
we try to stand strong,
not to follow our friends.
some of us do,
but most...
don't.

date written: february 10, 2002