not a poem, wolves are among us
Wolves are predators. The wolves that I'm talking about, don't feed on small animals, but on human emotions. They find their soft spots, then they attack it. These animals prey on the young, the old, the naive, and the ignorant, the weak and the strong, no one's really safe from these animals. These animals tell us what we want to hear, they feed on our feelings like parasites and after they get into your system, your personality starts to change, you become short tempered, hateful, spiteful, vengeful, you start becoming a mirror image of this parasite, and the more this parasite drains you, you'll find yourself hurting the people who really care about you, like yelling at your children more often than you normally do, or thinking' that the world has turned on ya, in fact, you're the one who's changed. Me I know a wolf when I see one, I've been a quiet person most of my life, watching and observing and understanding peoples behaviors, I've been watching these animals for a long time in our society as well as many others, far as I'm concerned these animals should be shot on site, but unfortunately we can't hunt wolves in a America, it's illegal. So start building bigger fences and keep the wolves at bay. It's funny, cause when I look at our animal kingdom, I don't see them doing this to each other. So I ask you, who are the real animals?
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Just tired watching people hurt each other, how can any one person take Advantage of someone who is just trying to help them out, saddens my heart.