A Pastoral Of and For Our Times, which Uses the Word "Sheeple"

Serif an O and wave a bubblewand

For others to blow through. Place those

Trim, comb-like teeth to work to mine

More gunk than usual. Though I was rushed

When scraping this morning, and still

I've dried soap around my lips. 

A shepherd winks across the pasture

And it is carried by three different winds. 

He looks foolish when he chases after these gestures,

As he sheds his wolfskin cowl without ceremony. 

These patented genes were airborne, a beneficent spread 

From crop-dusters supervised by Gates Foundation.

The serengeti cups the sun in an acacia, 

Speaks loudly as it is itself a big stick. 

I heard the Cetus sifted through plankton before 

He was turned to stone by Perseus. 

He Greek hero had very little hair.

Stared into our great green 'nother. 

The day the shepherd's accounts came due

He raised his crook and lowed, "Wake up sheeple!"

In the stadium and in the well-lit yet inexpensive apartments

With wooden fire-escapes on every building.

How hath this day deserved a guide

Or a directory: a model for the calendar of sins

As those enumerated first by the Warburg Institute, 

As we follow their lead and the sway of their handheld machine

Which two men hold, standing each at a post in the doorway. 

They bring their arms back in useful mechanical 

Motion forward through and through the door. 

Crawling out from under mine own unnatural self 

Takes a few minutes and holds up the rest of the group. 

The sun is set and you hear a distant  *clink*