The Howling of the Wolf at the Moon is a Metaphor

Against the backdrop of the night sky,    
 the whiteness of the moon stands out.    
Spurring the wolves' howling at the full moon.    
Likewise, the predatory hearts of older gay men are    
Howling, howling at the thought of white semen inside      
the spherical nut sacs of their well-hung young Black prey.    
   
Like the winds blowing thru the forest envelop every tree trunk,    
Cream-thirsty mouths are giving BJs,enveloping penis after upright penis      
in gay bars' back rooms in almost every city of the USA,    
As the Sodomization of America continues unchecked.    
   
All night long the wolfish winds howl,
Defenseless,tormented trees bend and sway,  
suffering relentless abuse from the tempestuous gusts.  
In the morning,the overcast skies look semen-white.         
Could it be that the tree trunks have been ejaculating all night long  -    
So filled are the skies with so much semen-like whiteness.    
 
Yes, the overcast sky is a fitting metaphor for the new (gay) America,    
While the winds have been blowing thru the forest all night,  
Blow jobs have been given to young phalluses in gay bars all night.  
As I look upon the whiteness of overcast skies,  
The question naturally comes to my mind,  
How much semen has been wrung from those penises  
by the end of that night thruout the gay bars of the new America?  
 
As young minds and hearts are stained      
with the memories of feeding their ejaculations      
to sperm-swallowing older men in exchange for money,    
the commodity-ization of young men's cock cream accelerates     
in the party atmosphere of the new night life scene thruout America,    
The land of the sleaze and the home of the depraved.