Blood Let Poem by John Shea

I shivered in an alley in a country so strange
He ripped out the throats of those deranged

Blood flowed to rivers full of life
Trickled into the veins of my strife

With silver daggers and fear
I let his blood flow with my river of fears

So howl you lupine creature of lore
Your life is like fleas
Naught to secrete and not to delete

Good is great and you are evil
Beaten by the meek and lovers

Who see your weakness and then discover
Your but a wolf undercover.

In sheeps clothing you befriend
But with asses to mate

Your downfall does give me my life
To procreate.