Saccharine

	Lowered expectations met.
	Once were wolves, now domesticated pets.
	Hijacked syntax, footprints on our backs.
	I guess in retrospect we should have covered our tracks.
	But we see what's underneath, the empty threat when they bare their teeth.
	Like priests we speak a dead language, written in sand.
	We need a new lexicon, devils be damned.
	Now M.B.A.'s twist the
	DNA I guess the kids have had their say.
	No Way.