BAD BARD POETRY

Animal Charm
We’ve become so far off beam
Things are just not what they seem
Subdued hearts, born so bold
Gather like sheep, and wait to be sold
Claptrap and lies that pretend to explain,
Delivered by weasels who stand to gain.
From economics to religion
Experts as savvy, as a pigeon
Strutting about they bluster and preen
Selling their souls to be part of the team
Parroting deluded mind-numbing songs
To bamboozle the sheeple and do them wrong.
Sheep spend their lives in fear of the wolf
But it’s shepherds bring slaughter, and steal their wool
And always anxious to stay in the fold
Sheeple baa and bleat, but do what they’re told
For those weasels must be right, they’ve been to college
With certificates and all that knowledge.
Alas, from these middle-class finishing schools
Are belched compliant, tailored fools
Eager and paid to do their bit
And make the pieces appear to fit
At the Boss hogs bidding , they tow the line
Stealing and serving the spoils to the swine
And unleashing the dogs when the rams butt in anger
At their suffocating avalanche of rank propaganda..
So what may we come to really know
With our heads submerged in this status quo,
Searching for sweet certainties
As to how things are, and what they‘ll be?
Join me and let’s climb over the fence
Look back, and examine the evidence
And from this, we shall reveal
The deep disquiet that we all feel
Observing the edifice on which we stand
Its thin foundations built on sand.