The Calm before the Riot

You can feel it in the air,
it’s in those stares,
releasing unconscious flares,
Mad eyes drunk on despair.

I’ll be the town crier,
hear ye, hear ye,
I will declare,
as sure as the moth and his flame diet,
there’s gonna be a riot.

You can almost see the damage,
raw and unleashed savage,
alpha males create a language,
dripping provocation, oozing challenge.

I’ll be the photo journo,
click, click,
get your image,
as sure as citizen and kane,
there’s gonna be some pain.

There’s blood on the dancefloor,
more, we want more,
affinity for the gore,
death in the encore.

I’ll be the referee,
toot, toot,
obey the whistle,
As sure as Bonnie and Clyde,
The fall follows the pride.