Have we all been morphed into sheep?

Waiting in line to be stripped naked, our pink flesh exposed to the cold chill of reality.

This makes us more vulnerable, more likely to follow the crowd, weak, if we feel we look ugly.

The aesthetics of the emotion of feeling alone.

because nothing seems better than feeling high when you’re low.

Have we all been morphed into cattle?

Food fed to us and thrown into the bowls we continue to eat from.

I can’t digest corn, so why would you feed it to me?

To make me fat, more tasteful to the evil taste buds

coating the monopolistic tongue that is this country,

but my value makes me tasteful.

Fertilizing your grass and feeding your children.

I am not something you can control so easily.