Going to utopia

where nothing is pre-judged

the words however that I speak

are muted by too many

and the curiously weak

the wolf calmly and patiently stalks

befuddled

that there are so many and this is too easy

utopia hasn’t got a clue

these sheep are huddled 

in masses and droves upon droves

licking his chomps

attacking and eating one by one

as these sheep do nothing frolicing in pageantry

the wolves apettite more and more grows

till ind the end there is no more utopia -B