Wolf - Marika Hackman

I’m not the one with my head to the gun

And your heart is bursting at the seams

You’re taking me down with every crease in your frown

The folding of your skin is making me feel queasy

Old man beware

I’m not all there

Or so I’m told

By the powers that be

Fallen at your feet with an arrow through my cheek

Shown a fraction of the mind

The rest would have you six foot deep, you creep

Where do I stand now?

I’m strapped against the bow

Of a ship that’s captained by a fraud and I get sick at sea

The powers vested in me