why is it always the same
strangled strangers
that end up at this door

wretched wrench turned like crank
they burn all night until day light comes
forgiven for their indiscretions
they sleep within a flood of dopamine

while the writers write
and the preachers preach
let's invite them in and swim within these tattered torn lives
a Mötley Crüe with no given name
yet you know them at a glance
instant instantaneous

they have become we
and we has become us
these thieves thick with tongue
cleverly crafted craftsman of the grift
invite them in and swim within
the wake of fools

you fool