i am a sheep dressed up as a wolf in an other sheep’s fleece
that i may walk my field in peace.
the flock mock my smock that keeps me safe.
the wolves drool and yet keep their cool thinking i am of their school.
the sheep bleat their disbelief as the cruel wolves leave me be.
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as the snow set in with the din of the wind he could hardly hear himself holler;
but he could hear the wolves howling in the hills.
“let’s get this kill to the cave, be brave my brothers.”
“this foal is all snack and no supper.” said one to the other, contemplating their hunger as they trudged through the snow with little to show beside skin sinew and bone.
some grunted, some groaned.
the wolves closing in, collecting their kin, wary of so many men, tasting the blood on the snow as they go.
the cave is in sight, and inside is bright with a smoky glow.
women bandy burning brands of branches aflame to claim the kill for the clan.
once more the wolves are forced to flee into the night under the trees.
‘Pon my door;
So they call themselves the law?!
What the f
uck they want me for?
Prob’ly come to steal my draw!
So the lil pig says:
“Let me in, let me in!”
Not by the hairs on my
This tail ‘tween my legs
annoys you like a dog that begs
hear the howling wolf in me
whining for a bitch on heat
can’t sit still with wandering feet
i’m a lonesome dog
she returns my lonesome call
from behind her garden wall
i can see her master’s tall
i’m a lonesome dog.
i stare at the walls i stare at my floor
my furniture and kitchen door
sometime, i screamed at the sky
asking God why do i do these things
that bring pain, the sky fell with rain
and the wind fell silent with
omens of demons that i tried to hide from myself
“roll up roll up ‘n’ gather round if you can
here he comes with another masterplan
watch him work his wonders if he will
running in rondels around the mill”
feel like a fraud.
am not what i thought.
thought i was me.
or maybe i am,
unless it’s a scam.
“are you scared of what you’ve wrote?”
i don’t wanna think, get me off this boat
i wish i had the courage of my conviction
to live my life without contradiction
i am a sheep disguised
as a wolf in sheep’s clothing
that i may walk in confidence
among those that mean me harm
this field isn’t safe anymore
the sheep are really wolves
with smiles of feigned friendship
i keep my own patch of grass