Mr. Wolf.

by saxsquatch

I wish that I could be there
to taste the justice leaking
from your eye sockets
And hold your skin-and-bone
hands as they tremble,
just to feel them tremble,
just beneath the necktie
that I’m sure you wore.
Though you probably felt
you may as well have been naked.
I probably feel the same.
After all,
It only seems fair to me.