Sheeple & Kids

Round and round in circles,

Like sheep and goats,

How much they bleat,

How much they gloat;

Because they’ve eloped.

So let’s take a look under a microscope;

Perhaps to cope,

Presenting the scope,

Giving a beat that’ll perhaps lead to hope.

Whilst one interjects,

The other collects.

Like sheeple as people,

Kids that fib;

One over regal,

The other forbids.

Like yet and but,

The mouth and the foot;

Allot overlooked,

Or even mistook.

Two sisters are named,

Two books are tamed;

A mysterious flame,

Removing all the blame,

Where many have caused shame.

As instead of teach we live in Hell,

They tell us we are here to sell;

So once there is the final bell,

Most of us thought we were here to dwell.

Realize here is a prison to learn,

Not a place for angels to yearn,

Or earn.

It’s easy to discern,

That the date hasn’t been adjourned.

The wheat and chaff have already been churned,

Which many have already spurned;

Yet really it’s our concern,

When getting sunburned,

As it is only the field left to burn.