dressed in Black
no flair i lack
thinner winner dropped in back
good to be back in the sack

but here is whats really whack
the brain fights back
as the drug kicks in
it feels like u win but u only grin and sin

grinning spinning sinning thinning
alchemy at the hands of a blue eyed wolf
runs its fingers through the fur
and howls wildly and deeply right out at the black

But No one howls back

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 20, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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