There they go The Sheep Can you see them? Down on all fours Waiting at the door Like ten dollar whore's Screaming more, more, more Chained with fools gold Being bought, being sold They travel in The Greed Machine Fueled by dead presidents turned green With the Wolf at the Wheel They rape, they steal But... The engine dies, The mad wolf cries, and all the sheep rise Dale J. Conway Jan 12, 2000
Reason for writing:
"I wrote it for the sheep, they cry when they sleep.
Listen for them, listen for the wolf, listen to yourself."
Actually, it's just some late night thoughts. But, it's the first time I posted something, and I would like some comments, good or bad.
Birth sign: Cancer
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