every herd full of sheep
claims that they have different
fluffy &
ba-ba-ba-ing
members,
who spring from
“all walks of life”---
every herd tells us that
the face of that herd is not a herd at all,
but something that wells with
individuality &
personal growth---
every herd has a third party,
which made that herd gather,
which brought the herd together,
which grants the herd a feeling
that they belong & that
there really is
something
to this world of
nothingness---
because with more linked hands
comes the self-imposed right to
wield self-righteousness,
like the murderous baton of
the empire/policeman of the world
upon every head who
disagrees &
with more linked hands comes that
sense of security
that makes the herd feel that they might
amass &
take over the earth,
so that no one resists any longer
the thoughts, words & deeds of said
herd &
all is done like complex math in the heads of
the deranged sheep,
as they walk with secrets that they want nothing more
than to
broadcast 24/7,
as if none of us had heard it all before.
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