THE WILD THINGS

 

 

 

I sprang forth from that mild and unadulterated land of Michigan only to be taken and held captive by that wild and twisted concrete jungle that they call Chi. Where the wild things they circle around corners like vultures waiting to swoop down and devourer lost and dead souls, where cats who know this jungle all to well they lie in wait ready to pounce on meek and unsuspecting foes. Where jackals they laugh with you then at you as they gnaw at your ribs and lick the flesh from your bones yes my city is a jungle where snakes they slither in through tight crevices sheepishly only to strangle and constrict the breath out your lungs. Where the old they push on out of fear it wont be long and the weak they die young and the strong they prey on yes my city is a jungle.

 

 

I sprang forth from that mild and unadulterated land of Michigan only to be taken and held captive by that wild and twisted concrete jungle that they call Chi. Where the wild things they circle around corners like vultures waiting to swoop down and devourer lost and dead souls, where cats who know this jungle all to well they lie in wait ready to pounce on meek and unsuspecting foes. Where jackals they laugh with you then at you as they gnaw at your ribs and lick the flesh from your bones yes my city is a jungle where snakes they slither in through tight crevices sheepishly only to strangle and constrict the breath out your lungs. Where the old they push on out of fear it wont be long and the weak they die young and the strong they prey on yes my city is a jungle.