Blind Leader

The insanity that is
Revolves in a cycle
A mere dismal bliss
The grin of chaotic survival

A worldly view
From the depths of hell
A human zoo
With a sheepish smell

The leader of the blind
Lost his white cane, 
But found his mind
Inside a rotten brain

Three sheep mooed at the south star
The leader’s cue to speak
“I’m the blind czar!”
He chirped through his beak

“Follow my path of braille, 
which I know you cannot read”
He led them to an eternal jail
And they were never to be freed