Lone Wolf

On ladder, you climb 
for espionage, with 
a feeling of an evil. 

Somewhere, somebody 
pulls the strings, 
at arterial roads. 

You put yourself 
in harm’s way for 
exotic blooms. 

A civil disobedience, starts. 
A bone of contention was 
the muscle of love. 

One on one 
tooth for tooth, 
lips for lips.