"Shaming the Scream"
Beautiful scream, what do you see?
Your eyes are blind, yet you claim to be
a thing of such perceptivity.
Why oh why fall silent now
to the crowd, rather than bend and bow?
Such a nice touch, I wish I knew how.
Ever fleeing, forever flying,
Who knows if you’re really dying?
Such a ruse, what a waste of lying!
Tears have a much better fit,
Don’t have to listen for a bit.
Shut up child, or you’ll be hit!
Sheep are truly a superior being
Compared to those always fleeing.
That is what we’re really needing.
Never fear, just shut your eyes,
Try to ignore the stinging flies
And sign away your goodbyes.
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