Sheeple Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

We don't live in the real world anymore.
We don't feel real feelings anymore.

We're brainwashed and handled,
herded and controlled.
Made to behave as sheeple,
and to think as a group.

We do not talk to each other anymore.
We watch television together.
Sitting in darkened rooms
glaring at the screen.

And we need bigger screens!
Wall sized escape pods that
we make the centre of our rooms.

Watching 'reality shows'.
(Reality as manufactured
for us by the television networks.)
We are consumed with trivia
concerning celebrities.

We want to know about their lives, their loves,
their fights and their drugs.
Like vicarious vultures we cling
to every tidbit of information
our master the TV provides.

This one likes pudding, the other one
likes pie. This one is divorcing,
the other one is a homosexual.

Our conversations have become
gossip sessions about people
we do not even personally know.

Groups of sheeple we are.
Content to be guided in all our thoughts.

Watching the make-believe people
live their propaganda lives.

We do not live ourselves, of course.

We do not talk to each other.
We talk at each other.

We're brainwashed and handled,
herded and controlled.
Made to behave as sheeple,
and to think as a group.