The Wolf Mobster

The Wolf

Why am I always seen as the enemy?

So what I ate granny?

She was behind on her business.

She hasn’t paid The Boss for her house

let alone her bakery in months.

I’m not the enemy.

 

I keep up with my bills.

So, how am I the bad guy?

I only did what The Boss commanded.

It was my head, or hers.

I’m not the enemy.

 

Thanks to Red,

I was caught doing my business.

Earning my salary isn’t easy.

But it’s necessary.

I have pups to feed,

and a life to live.

Why doesn’t anyone understand

I’m not the enemy?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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