Blind Legless sheep
Muse soldier's poem
Muse soldier's poem
Beautiful, bashful
full of glee
I saw the problems
and let them be.
Inconvenience
it is a drug.
I only want
soft love.
Take the gun from my face
I will comply.
You can have my soul
I don't want to die.
My life's dystopian
Orwell says
we sheep are blind
and have no legs.
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