Follow the herd,
my chance will come,
I will prevail,
my time is near.
My bony outgrowths
are itching to fight.
Watch and wait, hidden
and choose the moment.
Be not the first,
to sap his strength,
but then approach,
caught unaware.
Closing with intent,
pawing hard the ground.
Let the fight begin,
the winner takes all.
My time is now,
no escape, run.
A final blow,
a coup d’état.
The Party’s Over
© David Humphries 2026