**** **** poke and point
get the snow sheep baaing and baying
see the vacuous hot air trail from long noses
laden vapours sniffing lemmings dreams in misty fogs

Numbers fades dwindling
opened eyes now see murky mud tracts
more and more sheep escaping from the pens
breathing away from pollution fresh truth in mindful glees

**** **** poke and ****
let the denser sheep come out and bay
heads are small and they're woolly and thick
lets **** them and feed them lest they dream their fates