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Sheep Is My Name



Sheep
is my
name

Sheep is my name, I baa and I bleet,
I run and I hide to be brave
in reverse.
I wool up to be shaved, to be made
into fine clothes, or I don’t and get killed
for your meals. I eat grass in the fields
and dream of sheep cheese, in every good
supermarket now for only $8! I’m not
unique, who is?, I am
a metaphor for timidity and fear. A hero
for the downtrodden and weak (not really).
I have dogs round me up to corral and annoy me,
I have people who try to touch me, or worse,
ride on my back or just grab me. I’m cute
as a lamb, Mary can vouch for that, when I’m older
I’m eaten as mutton, bastards! I always need to see
my own kind as I graze, to be in the group
at all times unless I want to be killed by the hungry
prey. Pray for me, it is not a great life, but it is
if I just focus on the next sheep

Now time for my anti-dada moment that I share with all my named friends…
This is the T-shirt and Hoodie I wear, the poster I see on my wall:
https://teespring.com/sheep-is-my-name

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