Socialising

Socialising

Social sheep in herded sleep chew to bits a vegetable town.

For Friday night is mating season.
So double paint you hide behind.
Now dress like him -
To think would be treason,
Resist the temptation to use your mind.

We'll relax ourselves rigid tonight.
Bitterly sip foul drinks we don't like.
Make it five or six more to forget yourself further -
Mine's half a pint of low self-esteem.
Incompetence achieved! I'm bound to impress her -
Invite her to live in my teenage wet dream.
'Let's go gawp at a film that's ok for a kiss,
But shit if it's not for a shag.
I'll talk to you now,
But I'll want much more later
And tomorrow I'll call you a slag.'

Holding vomit at bay the next day's a bonus.
We long since forgot it's our egos that own us.
The shepherd that shoves us into our social pen.
And we'll bleat with our loyalty.
Time and again.