When people follow the crowd, they look and seem to be just one voice, one being. There seems to be no individual at all.
crowd in tightly
resembling a load of dirty shirts
you’re all done for today
as you stand around
trying not to think
but one of you does think
something sinister
something evil
it takes the rest of you
a moment
to scream
then scramble
to try not to get caught
in a web of deceit
oh it looks fabulous now
as you all crowd in tightly
thinking
you resemble
a load of dirty shirts
but actually
you resemble
a load of crap
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