Lemmings Poem by cheryl davis miller

Mindless lemmings; are everywhere.
Try as I might I have to stare.
Talk about lambs to the slaughter.
They are poisoned by their fodder.

Pointing out how wise they may be.
They stumble as they march blindly.
Right off the cliff into the pit.
As they boast about their sharp wit.

Roll out copied layers of shtick.
If not so false; would be comic.
Some say ‘oy vey’ it’s not so bad.
Your chutzpah is far more than sad.

c.d.m. 12/7/13