hunting

now they sit
and they kick
their thoughts around —

in their dreams
as it seems
there are shadows —-

we can go
far too low
without thinking ——

this is us
we are tough
only in crowds ——–

tell me more
on the floor
and buy me a drink ———-

until some
make me come
to the dark side ——–

I agree
that I see
the man as evil ——

if it’s wrong
cheek in tongue
he’ll be hunted anyway —-

when it’s late
there is hate
on the bright side too.