The wolfman
The wolfman cries outIn his hunger for blood
While the hapless old pig
Still wallows in mud
The blindness of man
With his forsight to see
How can i be you
When i'm already me
It's a star in the universe
Or a flea in your ear
No man is an island
In a world full of fear
Don't try and make sense
In a time of alarm
The wolfman smiles broadly
With a face full of charm.
Poetry by penfold18
Read 597 times
Written on 2005-11-20 at 11:56
Tags Wolfman 
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
blackestdaze |
John Ashleigh |
Texts |
by penfold18 Latest textsForest of Bere.The Witch. A Soft Spot For The Roses. The Enemy God Willing |
Increase font
Decrease