Monday, January 31, 2011

seven hundred thirty two.


He hides in his suit 
Like a snake in the grass 
his sales pitch fork tongue hissed 
The wolves wear their name tags, they're hunting in packs 
herding their prey up the aisles and back, they're smiling 
their teeth are showing 
And the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend 
swoop down to the scene of the car accident 
to pick the 
victims to pieces