Wolves At The Door Poem by Fab Ricciardi

A stone will not bleed,
Or so they say,
Yet they will find a way
To make this stone pay.

Once open doors
Now forever shut,
Unforgiving creditors
Will not accept a …”but”

Stories that would make
Walt Disney blush
Spell out the mistakes
Of my financial crush.

Can no longer find
The simple way out,
Stop and rewind,
Learn to shout.

The wolves are at the door,
They’ve been there before,
Yet never so hungry,
Now needing so much more.

Needing more
To feed their thirst,
Money or blood,
Not sure which one first.

The frozen stone
Will now begin to bleed,
The wolf once so alone,
Has now begun to breed.



Windows and doors,
Once open wide,
Now found on empty floors,
To keep you locked inside.

The wolves are at the door,
Not quite like before,
Beating down the door,
Now wanting so much more.

The once solid stone
Now bleeds through and true,
The music has set the tone,
It’s sad, and oh so blue.

The wolves are at the door
It’s blood, not cash they want,
They’re hungrier than before
I will not give’em what they want.

The blood will not wash away
The stain will forever stay,
Wolves at the door
Begging and needing so much more.

And it’s not fun anymore,
With hungry wolves at the door.

Screw You,
I ain’t opening no door!