A Pig in Wolf’s Clothing

I’ll try
and move on
in the long run
lost somewhere
you’re not
without a map

put me back in the
mood
moving fingers
to the music

just like
youth
in
raging beauty

trained wolf
a trip gone wrong
trying to find some
peace

in houses
made of cards
we never lost
the fear

blown away
I pull myself
up
by the hair
on my
chinny-chin-chin

guilty
as fucking
charged

ŠJ.D.C.IV 2019

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