Shapely Cow
#26 of Poetry
Make of this poem what you will.
Shapely Cow
(04/24/2019)
What they do is not grotesque,
Yet we see the way you sneer,
And till our next caprice,
Harsh reprisals we avow,
Our techniques are Stalinesque,
We control you with your fear,
Your judgements you will cease,
And now submissively you bow,
So sit quietly at your desk,
Your thoughts we roughly steer,
What you're feeling is called "peace",
It all seems normal now,
It's all become burlesque,
So sit back and have a beer,
Your conscience has been leased,
Now worship the shapely cow.