just another day

(confessions of a sheeple)

wake up regretting
leaving your pillow
start up your engines
watch the smoke billow

forget not to floss
work hard says your boss
worship the cross
framed, your eyes gloss

want to be fed?
so lightly you tread
like a needle you thread.
slow down at yellow,
stop at red.

As you keep being led
down the hill on a sled
a fork up ahead says,
live free, safe or dead

Comply and you can fly
life’s all but a treat
Take a seat
just want to gratify
but bat even an eye
and you’ll go down in defeat

wash, rinse, repeat.