ITS ABOUT PEOPLE AT SCHOOL, THEY ARE THE "SHEEP" IN THE POEM, AND THE HOWLERS (DOGS) ARE PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO ARE DIFFERENT AND DO STUFF WITH THEIR LIVES AS THE SHEEP, WHO HAD IT ALL IN SCHOOL, ARE NOW NOTHING.... ENJOY! "SHEEP AND HOWLERS" Grasp it together, Make sure its forever. The howls will make you flock in your pack, The hands turn, just don't look back. When the time is set, the growls are further yet, you let them behind. They worked as you would relax and waste time. Time to eat the hand that feeds! Howlers go further, as you tarnish and breed. The curves fade, the lines cross as the dreams of grandeur you once owned, have stopped, at your loss. You fucking fools, they never came, Once you vacated the doors, you vacated your dreams, to the howlers. Die slithering, old and wet. Howlers don't give dimes to thoes who are meek and fret. Where is your pack now? The ones who spat at the dogs? Oh, they've gone now too, To become another of you. --Samantha Baines (2004) I have over 100 poems to share, but this one was right on my computer so i decided to post it.
