As the saliva drips from their fangs. I silently think to myself, "Clean your mouth, you're drooling!"
                                 A pack of wolves is what I would consider them                 as I listen to them talk about the women that walk by.      
             Talk about them as if they are nothing but flesh, a piece of meat they need to sink their                               teeth into.
        Discussing what they would do to her before ever knowing her name.
                   Nothing is more important than the hunt. The hunger of their ****** appetite overwhelms their rational thoughts.
             To think, who they would bite, if it was their daughter being hunted by the wolves.
             Famine is a plague,
    what would they be willing to do,
             if she tells them no?