Wolves and Sheep

In a society where nothing is good enough, but everyone does bare minimum, and where nothing has a value, but prices are still rising, we, the real people, have no safe haven. Everywhere I turn, I see a nation filled with idiots, morons, cretins and jerks. No one is nice because they can be. America doesn't breed that type anymore. I walk from A to B and back again and people stare at me but never say anything to me. In their small minds, they label and assume and create rumors to spread around or scribble on a bathroom stall somewhere. These people have the audacity to call themselves civilized, and then evolution stops. But the only thing that's really changed is fashion. Whether in a loincloth or business suit, they're still ignorant little thorns cutting into each other. They kill with guns and words instead of teeth and clubs, so they're called civilized. That's not civilized, that's rules and laws justifying brutality.
I stare out at the mass of faceless bodies and I see a society of wolves and sheep. Slaves pretending to be kings and kings pretending to care.