Herdlike

You don´t hunt but then
you don´t keep your head down to feed.
Pushing forwards toward your peers rear.
A little swimming nonthinking drone seed.
Yet how you open like a flower.
With popslang you devour and
freshtongues like swords.
Back your unwholesome words.
Sharpened through gossip and apathy.
Does your saliva burn?
And where those trotters impale the ground
you´ll continue- your hooves make no mark,
no sound.
With cuddle bridges to twofaced trendsetters
that keep you together like border collies.
Your folly thinking you don´t follow
Like some empty carriage on a train.
Conformist style, HOLLOW- crowd controled brain.