Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Wolfed

Although the black’s decreased
we are tossed a bony feast
with lowered heads we calmly graze
not bothered in the least,
our primal urge deceased;
we gnash these neatly charred filets
resigned to being fleeced
in the shadow of the beast.

3 comments:

Crunchy Weta said...

Mmm Crunchy tax dept BBQ

Shirley said...

I don't know why but something about this makes me want to become a vegetarian!

ozymandiaz said...

"Throwing the dog a bone..."