A wolf in Armani chokes on my tit.
Don’t stare too long, wolfie. Your wife may get lit.
Imitation Gucci as far as I see.
Come up for air, wolfie. Neighbors whispers of me.
Your neighbors you fool, I have nothing to hide.
The head of the wolf pack? Your Honor, you’ve lied.
You’ve sworn to your god to seek judgement at death.
Good luck with that meeting, true sympathies bereft.
Collapsing under myself, for I’m weighted.
Still looking for justice, belated.
Lessons are large once you’ve faded.
Help me Grandmothers- I’m jaded.
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