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A Sheep's Work Ethic

Behind the building,

a one hundred percent green certified building

an amazing feat of engineering-science-forward thinking

fabulously energy efficient cutting edge building

sit solar panels in the sweltering heat,

extra heat from the toxic clouds in the sky

which now envelop the Earth

 

There, under the panels sit a small band of sheep, who represent the

last little bit of progressive wonderfulness

visionary design and research based and proven

and the future because they eat the grass

and there is no need to use toxic fume producing

loud unnatural unsustainable lawn mower

 

But the grass is long dead.

It is just white and yellow and there are lambs

baby sheep who sit and pant underneath the

sustainable solar panels without a decent meal

in sight. Only stalks and yellow deadness

 

I suggest vitamins or supplements

after all there is no grass, only grass out

that is watered sustainably and is carefully fenced off

from the living sheep underneath the dead panels

behind the dead building.

 

Outrage from the forward thinking cutting edge

Wi-Fi custodians of the cement and metal building and panels,

panels that emit a high pitched hum

from a hot metal box and regulate the CO2 in each room automatically

The sheep are there to eat the grass

if you feed them, even to make them healthier

so that they may get up out of their hot suffering

and eat some stalks in addition to a little bit of supplemental feed

they will not eat the dead grass, and they are there to eat the grass

they are not there to be comfortable or healthy they are just sheep

But sheep are only living non human feeling beings

and not part of the forward thinking cutting edge metal and cement

technology that is worth a lot of money and was written up

in the paper and got the custodians attention and recognition.

And they are just suffering, hot, miserable animals

and despite all of our technology, Mars landing

solar panels to electricity advance thinking technological wonders

our compassion and empathy remain tight and selfish

and the dead things, not the living ones, are what we value

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Aug 9, 2012
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