Actrodore

A cloudy night follows
And a breeze no where found.

The only sound in the world
Is the punk in the woods.

Who flips people birds.
And carries a shotgun.

He works a dollar an hour
at McDonalds

And the customers he brings there
Is a million.

Though he puts drugs in the ketchup
The customers always come back.

He walks through the forest
With nobody in sight.

A wolf comes up
and bites him in the leg.

He shoots the wolf down
and cooks it under the fire.

More wolves run toward him
and attack with all their strength.

He shoots them
One shell through two wolves.

His aiming is incredible.
Their lives are irreplaceable.
And his cruelty isn't payable.

The police hear all the shells break
Going through the yelping wolves.

They carry out their pistils
and chase down him.