Yeah, her fur like bloody saffron.
At least she ain't got a mane.
The girls are fiestier, though,
got more bite in em. More bitter.
Hello, how's it going? No, stay, she won't bite my hand.
I know how to deal with these. You get em
up against the walls, corner em,
make em feel scared.
Yeah, look, see-- that's how you do it.
Like you're Dole and they're goddam
pineapples in a can.
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More like you're Dole and they're a bunch of Hawaiian natives.
lol @ the above comment.
I know i wasn't supposed to find this poem humorous, but I did.
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i would rather let the lion destroy me and be free.
it would be a good death.
i liked this poem.
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