Wolf

A clever boy

my father called me,

of course,

my lies he only knew

he called me clever.

how beautifully sad

drinking for work

not a care in the world

for knowing little of us

and more of booze.

with your help

I’ve become a clever man

deceiving those I love

and the many

many I loathe.

I’m no longer a boy

but a lone lying man

yes, a lying man is clever

I lie to myself now

devouring my sheeping years.