Sheep

I'm sad, but not depressed,
I can't fly, but I have superman tattooed
on my chest.

Always right, but always wrong,
when experience speaks
I go right along.

The nail that sticks up gets struck down.
I try to set right the wrongs and
get run out of town.

I get told, what goes around comes around,
whatever that means.
I just go with the flow, wherever that leads.

I follow you around town and dig up dirt.
If I don't stop now, then
I'm bound to get hurt.

Please, take away these evil cliques, before
I get buried alone and become
someone's modeling clay.