advice from the herd

it's certainly not what I think
and i know stuff
so how could i fucking foul to think
that it's what they think

they, by and large vain cattle
crammed in a mirrored pen
taking their chosen sugar through the straw
who don't even notice the daily milking
over easy listening

i love those cows and wish i could free them each
but i can't interpret their bellows
and don't need to translate them
into some sort of blessing
on my way of riding the range
what cowboy ever took advice from the herd