“I am a shepherd, not your sheep
I know that, by convention
I should draw my attention
To the beauty of this
Scenery
But my thoughts are my own
You may start to groan
Whenever I don’t show
Conformity to your expectations
Darn, you may see beauty in that river at night
I see vomit and vomit drippings
That’s not my fault
I have my own thoughts”