sheeple

I slumped along the streets of an extinct species. Witnessed brightly colored, faceless, objects in constant motion. A poignant whir of dissapointment, and an incontrovertible, repulsive, absence of integrity littered the atmosphere with a frightening omnipresence.
These copy and paste mannequins
Placing all the wrong things on pedestals
Are just foolish herds of sheeple
And our future is up to their children

I fear not the future, but it's people.