Femme fatales walk with
gullible flies trapped
in their webs.
The gang on the corner,
are like vultures,
preying on the weak
and innocent.
The rich men with a
woman on each arm,
earn respect and fear,
like regal tigers.
The homeless eye them greedily,
wanting their position.
They are like leeches, wanting
to suck out wealth and respect.
And so we close this
scene for the night, and
hope that tomorrow there will
be different animals among us.
