Woof.

More and more
I feel just like
A rabid dog
Gnashing it's teeth
At nothing really
In particular
Just showing that
I've still got grit
I've still got heart
There's still something
Inside this chest
That burns for this
Incessant trap
It's really not
The multitudes
That cause the panic
It's the magnitude
That washes over
The congregation
All lowers their heads
In silent disdain
For what they've read
And I'm just glad
I've finally found
A reason to
Get out of bed.