A Concrete Jungle

A Concrete Jungle

Tantalising wolves when they’re up against the wall
Is tantamount to suicide so don’t be such a fool
Desperate people go beyond arm’s length
You’ll realise, when you victimize, a wolf, you’ll feel it’s strength

Going off the beaten path, into the unknown
Testing people’s patience, glass houses and rocks thrown
You have the patience of a prince inline to be enthroned
The wolf has even less, so leave the wolf alone

Your restlessness and boredom, took you down this track
A wolf you chance upon, with the risk of an attack
Your heart rate travels upwards, no way of turning back
Convince yourself your capable, if you don’t, then face the flak

You’re now a sheep in a wolf’s clothing, the flipside of the sly
If the beast can see what’s underneath, then probably, you’ll die
A subconscious lucky thought, infiltrates your mind
You remember just how wolves and fire really don’t combine

You light a match, it ignites like thatch, the wolf then runs away
The fire’s your desire, to be a hunter, not the pray
Don’t talk to people candidly, don’t look at them that way
The jungle’s full of predators, worse at night than in the day

The city is a messy sprawl, a dangerous concrete jungle
Where people act like animals, and infections may be fungal
Buildings that shoot upwards like an ancient Redwood tree
Fire ants, or people, as far as the eye can see

Arachnids that move slowly, but possess a racing mind
Will trick you into thinking you’re ahead, when you’re behind
Going round in circles, where the front is not defined
A web of lies that catch the flies, they’ll watch you slowly die

You wonder why the city girls, wear heels everywhere
With snakes in the grass, they walk tall and walk fast, go barefoot if you dare
They slither, they are fake, crave money day and night
With a constriction of addiction, always money on their mind

When it rains it pours in this jungle of sorts
If you’re sinning you are winning at the expense of the poor
Where the king of the jungle sits proudly, then roars
Then visits the Queen, who he pretends to adore

It’s hard in this jungle that’s made of concrete
To be tougher than the city is an admirable feat
Breeze through, don’t fall, don’t pause at all
Be prepared, or ensnared by a creature that mauls