Like sheep they follow,
Blindly staring at the leaders back,
Occasionally stabbing-
Just when bored.
Cannot really be stupid,
Whether they act like it or not,
Must be hard to remember-
Just who we like?
Insults flicked off tongue,
Like spitting in disgust,
Though don't care enough to mean it-
Just to flex their power.
Really army generals in pink,
With their gossip grenades and giggled gunfire,
Punching weeping holes in-
Just about anyone.
Greedy talons latch on,
To all the good-looking boys,
Leaving us normal humans-
Just the discards.
Leaves us just two options:
Become one or endure it,
So which did you pick?
If you like this poem or have any constructive advice please give me a cheeky vote and comment! I would REALLY appreciate it! Thanks :) :) :)
YOU ARE READING
Polygon
PoetryA compilation of poems from the everyday; delivered by a short girl who just can't stand it. Enjoy. Or don't. Feel free to strike up a conversation if there's something you want to discuss. I update once a week so add to your library to keep updated...
