WooWooWoooolf

Sometimes I do feel 
like life dresses up 
as the big bad
wolf from nursery rhymes 
dropping little crumbs of 
hope leading me down 
one path and onto 
another to snatch me 
I could I have 
yelled help as I’m
being eaten alive but 
it was I and
never ever the wolf 
who decided to gobble 
down every delicious morsel 
for if the wolf 
was really that hungry 
and just like life 
not really needing me 
it’d eaten its own 
breadcrumbs leaving me alone 
oh that wily wolf