II. The Wolves Are Released

The wolves are released & they’re ready to feedBlindly & ineffectually sharpening their teethSalivating over the vision of this torn dressApathy mixed with nothing but pain to bequeath Image by Comfreak from Pixabay 

With The Inmates Running The Asylum

With the inmates running the asylum The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank It can be difficult to remember the faces The ones who put you here, the ones to thank But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort You think we’re numbed & harmless fools Our bunker: