Tiger
TIGER
A wild strain is existent
So difficult to control -
Exempt nor human nor beast -
A part of the lifetime role
Call it genes or what you will
Fact remains, saint or sinner,
All souls have a torrid point
A mindless trigger inner
Most, by circumstance favored,
Seek social success, eager,
Stumbling now and then, again,
But knowing not the tiger
Then some are unfortunate
From early age, deep within,
Hot lava lay smoking
A sad series could begin
There are bad parents, bullies
A down early use of drugs,
Need for borrowing money
Lent by mafia or thugs
In time we have a jungle
Densely tangled up in woe
Lava mind starts to rumble
Vainly seeks a way to flow
Always there are weapons near
Our victim begins to growl
Reason dead, gun in hand, a
Deadly tiger on the prowl
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