The Wolf
Is at the door,
A man said.
It’s so cold out,
And snowing.
It’s always snowing somewhere.
And fur only does so much.
The Wolf
Is at the window,
Breathing hard, and
Fogging up your view.
Fucking your shit right up.
Lies.
The Wolf
Is in the house.
In your bed.
At your table and using your favorite fork.
Shithead,
You’re the Wolf.
The call is coming from inside the house.
You’re the one with the teeth.
No one outside but the chickens
And the poets
And something you meant to do,
And someone you meant to be.
You’re the Wolf.
Did you not know that?
you are killing me.
The poetry? I know: it’s dreck. I’ll stop. Sorry.
well, no. that was not my thought.
“The call is coming from inside the house.”
Bonus points.. +100
Holy…shit
And I’m not a poetry fan. I find most of it to be narcissistic bull hockey. This is applicable shit, tho, and I find that I like hearing it in my head. Good job.
yes!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoIN0XlALDA