Big Game

How powerful the social flame

Which brings woe to a boil

And concentrates the bane of doubt

To thick tar blackened oil

As demons dip their darts

Into this vat of silent fears

They lure their prey with vanity

And hide down wind from drear

They seek out alpha members

As their eyes are on the goal

For if they sting these leaders

Then the rest they can cajole

Thus with their dark precision

They hurl needles at the heart

Yet do not snatch their quarry

For this live bait fuels their art

Like pride it hits the bloodstream

Ego feeling false elation

Which draws the herd in closer

With envy investigation

Each feed off the excitement

As to what they do not know

A group induced delirium

Cascading dominos

Under this spell their captors

Simply walk them through the gate

Domesticated cattle in the end

Have but one fate