On The Upcoming Poem by James Trotter

Trapped in the infinite sorrow
Of a life distraught with peril
I surround myself with drugs and alcohol
Many cocktails before extravagant joyrides
And stumbling walks around this small town
A town that is the only escape from life
No public gatherings as distractions
Or parking lots filled with teenagers
Living with the same endeavors as I
So why do I have fear of the future?
When I have so many companions
With whom we can co-guide each others lives
We are just a pack of stray mutts
Looking for someone to feed us the fruits of knowledge
Intellectual and common
We tramp through snowy forests
With no humans to toss a bloody steak out to us
We continue to leave our tracks
Which will soon be covered by the everlasting descent of white flakes
To find a hunting party
Composed of those who have already found their way through the forest
Only to return to gun my colleagues and I down
They may also be influenced by their own drugs
Not realizing that they have shot us in the stomach
Left to bleed our maroon blood and what food we have scavenged
Because they were done the same
They survived their similar struggles from the times of archery and moccasins
But now we are confronted with new weaponry
Technology we've never seen before
Because we are stupid
We will overcome
We must survive