Stance is uniform.
Crotch grasped and gesticulating identities concealed.
Belligerent overtones soon revealed.
Incoherent language intimidating and loud.
The message unclear and knows no bound.
Like gun fire, prap, prap, prap amidst a gathering crowd.
Akin to wolves, hunting in packs.
Not one alpha male attacks.
A flock of sheep
About the Creator
Richard Prosser
My experiences told through my poems.
I am at the beginning, please bestow your critique.
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