AMUSE THE SHEEP

If you want to be filthy and rich

And indulge without limit or shame

You’ve got to round up a herd 

And find a way to entertain.

They worship your courage

And pay through their nose

Because their mind is naked  

Until they wear your clothes.

Whether you sing or dance

Or act like you care

Your feelings are rehearsed

For what the market will bear. 

Forget the highbrows

They’ll slaughter your craft

You want the starving masses

Grazing for a laugh.

The throngs range each day

Huddled and asleep

Be a shepherd and wake them

It’s your kingdom if you amuse the sheep.