While on safari
(Kiswahili for 'trip')
in Tanzania
over the horizon in a downward slip
across the savannah
the sun had begun to set
thought I'd seen it all
and yet
out on the endless plains
known to the Maasai as 'Serengeti'
not laughing but
and don't think me petty
with leopard-like
rosettes dotted
some funny-looking hyenas
there were spotted
Hear the flames crackle
Fall on your sword
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
The lion is weary
Hyenas dart and bite
Their laughing is eerie
He'll lose his last fight.
The vultures are circling
Eyes that see far
Their shadow is on you
Wherever you are.
Betrayal was easy
You were attracted to strife
You gambled with demons
And wagered my life
Now dust claims your legend
You can't make it whole
May hell give you welcome
for you the bell tolls
So hear the flames crackle
No lion saves you now
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
Watching National geographic
Subject “The Laughing Devils”
The Hyena I have to say
For me are on a completely different level
I know all animals are gods creatures
I respect and value this
Though, personally to be quite honest
I feel Hyenas ascend from the abyss
They are nasty and aggressive
Actually, just outright mean
Greedy amongst each other
Constantly dribble and are unclean!
In their world weakness is despised
Bullies will attack
They kill their own
And the runt of the pack
I tried hard to find redeeming features
Which I was unable to do
I honestly find Hyenas heinous
Unkind but true…..
… is a drunkard
Swilling vintage regret,
Tears falling for undared dreams,
Anger spewing over unrequited love.
… is endless replays of yesterdays
With circular insightful wisdom
As likely to reverse life’s ills
As scrubbing dirt off hills.
… is stolen joy in the gloom
Of memory’s moldy greenhouse
Where fancied success blooms, hiding
Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches.
… is a pustulated soul
Hunkering in a mental bunker
Sniveling nose dripping a green past,
Dreaming victory will roar as thunder.
… is Salvador Dali droop
From the fringes of reality
Or a joy until truth
Flushes it to a cesspool.
I
On the first day of the second week
Creator said, "Help me help the meek,"
Maybe She meant the gentle sex
To empower every lady called "my Ex,"
With hyenas, then, he turned tables: shreik!
II
With Hyenas, there's laughing both ways
Except if you're a male dog, top dog, always
To enjoy that needed ecstasy, delight
The lady you cannot overpower or fight
She has a psuedop-n-s, how Nature delays!
III
To have sexual encounters with hyenas, female -
The male must seek access, or he'll meet a tail
Its a psuedop-n-s, extended cl--oris
Say vets and others who are the experts
Bizzare: she retracts this organ if he's her male!
IV
Still, the tale is not complete
Until we repeat the psuedopen-s is exit
For babies in her womb: she gives birth thence
Painful? I cant say, It may be my pretence
To sound more expert on hyenas in heat
Hyenas,
Filthy, and salivating
I’m too afraid
To lose all my flesh
All eating villains,
And ferocious they are,
Bloodthirsty beasts
Are too deadly
Laugh loud,
When filled with flesh
All their scary mouths
Stinky and drifting blood
Only bones,
No flesh left at all
Lo, what a deadly story
A feared arena it’s
Now a ghoulish is here
Maybe for all corpses
On thus doomsday
when hyenas laugh
goats count remaining days
with their strong legs
Hyenas are really no laughing matter
In fact they're scavengers, if you see one, scatter
They'll bite your bum
Their dinner you'll become
Unceremoniously, they don't use a silver platter
Hyenas are really no laughing matter
In fact they're scavengers, if you see one, scatter
They'll bite your bum
Their dinner you'll become
Unceremoniously, don't need a silver platter
Hyena called hyenas
to teach them humility
but a fight broke out
They shouted and fought
other animals laughed loud
many broke their ribs
The Hare told them
Do not wear oversize cloth
Think before you try
Hyenas
Hyenas are untameable they are the Bannon of the evolution
plotting their own course on how to sow destruction and enjoy
the consequences. If you are a fisherman and throw a hand grenade
into the sea, you get plenty dead fish, but fishermen who follow
rules will hate him for it; the world belongs to the one that kills
the most but you end up eating the mutilated and waste.
In Africa, I suspect Ethiopia; a village accepted a group of hyenas living
near them a working relation the animals come into the village at night
and eat the leftovers in the roads, job done they go back and rest in
the tall grass outside the village, one can say man and beast practice
toleration, why can`t we do the so instead of threatening other nations
nuclear hell that will also, in the long run, kill them.
From the time of creation
Adam was brainwashed into
Believing that he was the brainiac
Behind the Garden of Eden fictions
Women got tired of men carefree life styles
They laid back personality, they sanctions,
And Most of all they diminished sex drives
It’s too late now, it’s too late now
Too many wrongs, not enough rights
This world belongs to everyone
Not only Your average Tom, Dick and Harry
Men and women have lost respect for each other.
It’s no longer a man’s world theatrical standards
It's more of a mad, mad world with so much mental attitudes
“I was on first; “I was here first kind of society
Some of us are human hyenas that
take advantage in human suffering
Not so hard to believe… but it is the truth.
however, it is so hard to swallow
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