Lemming, lemming, lemming, that’s all that you are.
I watch you plummet from the tops of the cliffs, to the piles of others like you below.
To not even know, where the predecessor is leading you, rain, sleet, or snow,
throughout the heat, throughout the cold. The chill in your bones,
won’t matter much longer, because I know your prone to what others have fostered.
A mind of your own is the necessary tool you lack,
why else would you follow footprint after footprint until you’re flat on your back.
And what’s even more whack than that, is there’s more behind you, and that’s a fact.
So allow myself to step aside, set up a temporary reside,
and study your features, how these mundane creatures,
could delve to the depths onto other lemmings filling the bleachers.
If I could intervene for just a moment, and be a teacher to these students,
but what’s the sense when you and the others are fixated on prudence?
I suppose if I could run ahead to the front of the line,
maybe move the first lemming to the left, instead of over the ledge.
That could be my pledge, cross my heart, to embark on a revolution;
yes, this is the start. It’s exactly the spark,
that this dim-witted, dim-litted existence needs to illimunate the dark.
If I could make a difference to just the front of the drum-line major,
it might just be enough to set a course of difference actions.
I’d call that a job well done, and pat myself on the back,
and sit atop my own throne, knowing I gave everything I had,
despite acknowledging there’s a few things I lacked.
But for now I observe, and await my time to impose,
my dish is not ready to be served, I’ve only begun my prose.
Squiggs