Jungle
Each day I open my eyes and the sunshine through my window and I wonder
what's out there.
Who's going to be main course today for dinner? Chewed up and spit
out like some piece of prime rib we all need to be Carnavour or we were all better
off dead.
Counting off the terrorist stories and tragic mysteries of how many girls
disappeared today? Oh next it might be me.
That's why I look both ways when I cross the street and on dark nights I stay on the
sidewalk where there's light enough to see my predators lurking. Because you never know
in the jungle " she wrote" and she'll finish it.
She's not sympathetic to those who are idiots because your just walking and you'll fall
into her trap.
You better be smart or she'll have you lying on the ground crying. Don't think she's a
punk because being ignorant never got no one a slice of pie.
She's sweet but she can also be bitter, and you don't want to catch her on her bad side.
Dreams and determination can keep you on a straight arrow
out of the jungle but some never leave and they never will.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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