Owooooooooooooooooooooo
Big bad wolf, how scary you are.
Beware, your prey has grown nails
and patience for your hunting is low.
Beat your chest, thump thump.
Practice your throat, ahem ahem.
Check your growls and grunts
because the final battle is nearing.
Alpha, head of the table.
Papa, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The hunter, provider of kin
Blood, Zorn, Red for dinner.
Oh my, What big hands you have!
Oh my, What sharp teeth you have!
Oh my, What little mind you have!
Oh my, What black heart you have!
The red balloon, pop.
Scarlett, Crimson, Ruby in sockets.
Bloodshot, bloodlust to the bloodline.
Blue and red sirens nowhere to be seen.
New life, pup
Joy and life for once, yip yap.
Dragged by the scruff
across the ****** spiky path.
Blessed by the doves
Raised by Rainbows
Outsider to the pack
Warrior nonetheless.
Challenger from Childhood
Aggressor from Adulthood
Ares, Mars, Athena
Feast your eyes.
Grunt grunt, deja vu. Repetition of memories.
Snip snip, Bloodlines. The Dam gates have opened.
Emancipation, freedom. 1863 proclamation.
Clank. Down, come the shackles.
Owoooooooooooooooooooooo, Lone wolf.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
Owooooooooooooooooooooo
Big bad wolf, how scary you are.
Beware, your prey has grown nails
and patience for your hunting is low.
Beat your chest, thump thump.
Practice your throat, ahem ahem.
Check your growls and grunts
because the final battle is nearing.
Alpha, head of the table.
Papa, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The hunter, provider of kin
Blood, Zorn, Red for dinner.
Oh my, What big hands you have!
Oh my, What sharp teeth you have!
Oh my, What little mind you have!
Oh my, What black heart you have!
The red balloon, pop.
Scarlett, Crimson, Ruby in sockets.
Bloodshot, bloodlust to the bloodline.
Blue and red sirens nowhere to be seen.
New life, pup
Joy and life for once, yip yap.
Dragged by the scruff
across the ****** spiky path.
Blessed by the doves
Raised by Rainbows
Outsider to the pack
Warrior nonetheless.
Challenger from Childhood
Aggressor from Adulthood
Ares, Mars, Athena
Feast your eyes.
Grunt grunt, deja vu. Repetition of memories.
Snip snip, Bloodlines. The Dam gates have opened.
Emancipation, freedom. 1863 proclamation.
Clank. Down, come the shackles.
Owoooooooooooooooooooooo, Lone wolf.
This poem is about a child who has been pushed and shoved by his father. The child then finally grows up and challenges the big wolf and takes his freedom. The poem uses wolves as a metaphor for the family.
