Pink Lion
One step, two traps
Three strikes, four stabs...
You’ve become the toilets of our lives
The annoyance at the end of our knives
A convenient offload like a couch in the middle of the road
The white lion evicted out of the African pride
Existing only in numeracy in captivity
Enclosed for curiosity...never to roam free
Five slaps, six kicks
Seven screams, eight fists...
Nine corrective rapes ...
Ten hate crimes...
Another extreme form of humanity
An expression of the dynamic of life’s versatility
If he’s the cross reference
Then let's be the difference
The salt in the Dead sea
The end to the death we see
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