When the sun goes down

And temporal cheer fades

What goes on in your town

Lurking in urban glades

When no one else is around

Close the doors

Shutter the windows

Choose to ignore

What's in the shadows

Even if it's on your

Front step

Pressing against

The glass

Hovering over

The chimney stack

Look over your shoulder

It just might attack

When you're in sleep

Having heavenly dreams

The predator can creep

Life ain't what it seems

Wolves in sheep's clothing

Howl outside the garbage cans

Which hide the mortgage

You can no longer pay

When the bill collector calls

Your blood turns cold

You can no longer play

The game that goes on

Day after day

One paycheck away

From that cut-throat

Existence on the street

It can't happen to you

Life is too sweet

That only happens to those

Ne'er-do-wells who choose

Not to work--

It's they who lose

Not me! Can't be

One step away

From losing

What's left

Of my American Dream...

It's too confusing

How can it happen?!

I ain't lax

Work every day

I pay my tax

For this job

That's slipping away...

I might get a pink slip

Tomorrow...

Until then,

I have to borrow

Banking on what's left

In my account

Is it worth the amount

I've spent

Or the cost incurred

For buying in to

What just might be

A hustlers' scheme

A bastardized joke

Of my American Dream...?

[Edited 2/15/13 23:42pm]

FEELING YOU WITH THIS!