Wolves roam the streets
Hungering with ire
And irony
For any meat they can find
That they don't even need
Joyfully scavenging
Dominating the veins
And arteries
Of society
Dominating the wires
And airwaves
Saliva and sweat dripping
Lacking any purpose
Their purpose found
Their lacks invisible
Along with you and me
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