i have sold my soul
to pay for my crimes
to live out my days
with pure reason, without rhyme
wearing my woolly coat
i snuck into the flock
to bump and chow and bleat
to the beat of a shepherd's clock
while my teeth become blunted
my eyes remain sharp
while my neighbours are scared
they know not of what
my brethren behold me
shake their heads disbelieving
convinced that it's only myself i'm deceiving
i watch them with envy
as they play with their claws
and i salivate as fresh blood drips from their jaws
i laugh bitterly
as sheepdog chases his tail
with self-loathing i placate him
with compliance and wail
and forget myself
and run circles
and back
despising my comrades,
but my brothers must eat
i ruminate on my dispo(sit/ssess)ion,
contemplating the wisdom of that earlier decision
hiding tears of anguish
while i quietly languish
my pack awaits, i pine
i dream wolf-dreams
intermittently my eyes do shine
for one day
my task will be done
and i'll return
from whence i've come
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