Wolf Among Sheep Poem by Joshua Fegley

I walk among them,
lean and mean.
My instincts always,
sharp and keen.

Primordial vision,
a primitive thought.
To survive and kill,
is all I ever sought.

They're never realistic,
just another statistic.
Preoccupied with a life;
so materialistic.

They move away from me,
for me they abide.
I sense their fear,
they cannot hide.

I stare from behind,
piercing blue eyes.
In their oblivious daze,
trying to elude my gaze.

Cell phones hanging,
from their thighs;
another device,
to spread their lies.

Why survive?
Why be like me?
You have a degree,
but are too ignorant to see.

Mere possessions,
will not keep you alive;
but only the primordial thoughts,
by which we survive.