Followers Poem by Corey Fauchon

You follow the tops
You listen to the pops
You people make me sick
You’re kind are so thick

You all have plastic brains
You would even cut you’re veins
You do what they do
You want to be in their crew

You deny their allegations
You copy all their actions
You toss all of their stuff away
When something new comes you’re way

You can’t act for you’re self
Their stuff don’t just sit on a shelf
You buy all their products
YOU ARE THEIR PRODUCTS