In the stained yellow glow
Of midnight's exhaust
We spat syllables
Stumbled and swayed
When from the back room shadows
The wolves slunk towards the street
Pack snapping and snarling
Stalking carbonated prey
And ceasing all revel
The crowd gathered and frothed
As blood in the air
Put teeth in their eyes
I sat inside jawed
In righteous disdain
Shaking and slurping
Shaking and slurping
Cloaked by howling contempt
Chocked by the scowling exempt
Pulled to the mouth of visceral need
And drawn to the working of thieves