A Poem Worth Memorizing

SHEEPLE

A Poem by

JOHN LANGLEY

Eager little citizens, eager little slaves,
Kneel before the mighty State who'll hound you to your graves!
Obey your laws and leaders, so clamouring, so clever,
Who regulate your lives and sap your energies for ever.
Pay your taxes, vassals! Pay them to the brim!
Slaves, support your masters' sport and gratify each whim!
From your earnings you may keep just half for you and yours.
The rest will be sequestered by those gangsters and their whores.
Do you long for children? Find a willing mate,
Then sign along the dotted line. You're married to The State.
Your children will be brainwashed by educated fools
To love The State that confiscates your wealth to fund your schools.
But please don't feel depressed or let such sentiments distress you,
For every now and then you get to choose who will oppress you.
In this democratic heaven you are absolutely free
To cast a vote for Tweedledum or else for Tweedledee.
And if you want some facts to tell you where your vote should go,
Your television set will tell you all you need to know.
And if you're short of money after all the tax you've paid,
Your credit card will cover any longing long-delayed.
No bleating, little sheeple! Just do as you are told.
Your wool may all be shorn and you may shiver in the cold,
But your shepherds will continue to fleece you in the field,
While your flesh plumps up so nicely for that final fatal yield.