A wolf in sheep’s clothing with seven TA-

LES is his name,and THE ENDING IS not PRETTY.

He lies all day,in the coffee shops,on the street,wherever his tongue takes him.

You probably saw him.

You definitely heard him!

Barely conscious of his words.

Off,with his words!

Cut that tail!

It stings everyone he comes in contact with.

Especially the lies he tells himself,when his back is on the floor.

You see,he's always looking for pity.

Pitiful lies!

I saw him the other day, and now his back is up against the wall.

He's trying to get back on his feet,he's almost there.

A few more worries to go.

Which will be the outcome of a few more sorrys to go.

He's the boy who cried wolf.

When the serpents were manifesting through his soul.

The wolf howled through the night and day.

From the sting of the aftertaste of the snakes' bitter words.

He told me seven times that he doesn't lie anymore.

Now it's too late,his back isn't against the wall anymore, and he never made it to his feet.

Now he's lying in the city morgue.

They say his lies caught up to him.

In a dark alley that is.

The darkness of his lies are now revealed in a secluded plot under the light of the moon.

No one's listening,no one cares. What a shame!

He had the potential to tell the truth.

I guess it's true what they say the truth will set you free.

Now, his mother is at his graveside,howling and wailing under a full moon.

The lies she told,Les inherited those.

Now, the fabricated woolen guilt is shedding from her.

Now she sees the light of the day with new eyes.

The night has disappeared from the tears that have washed the scales from her eyes.

THE MOTHER WOLF IS NO LONGER MASQUERADING IN WOOL.