Tiger In a Cage
Tiger in a Cage
It paces roars and gnashes teeth,
a tiger has its stripes.
Red and white and black and brown,
and paws so big with claws.
But most of all I wish I was
our God as he’s above — below.
To kiss the critter on the mouth,
his meaty breath — I gag.
And snuggle tender into him and stroke his tiger fur.
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