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The Jaguar sits A regal pose Even though All spots exposed He remains Throughout—composed Royalty suits These kingly throes Eyes so hungry Fueled with woes Darkness caress His thoughts of more All small fingers Jabbing point Smiles and scream Not fear—delight This is not A place of fright No place to hide In broad daylight Freedom calls But is not heard The thought is Lurking—absurd Escape has not occurred Even to the captive birds The noble Jaguar Does not pace He looks upon the crowd Disgrace— All those faces Glass cannot erase If only he could break Out of this prison space His deep imagination Swirls and swells with thought If only his true freedom Could perhaps be bought The first thing he would do Is capture one said face And use it as only Claws could change—erase He looks on With animalistic intentions Licks his chops And opens his jaws The crowd gasps as one As the noble beast bares his teeth —And yawns The jaguar too kingly to stoop To animalistic pursuits He knows that he cannot escape The beast so long ago was tamed Long ago he lost his pride On three square meals a day —Inside
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Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
The Noble Jaguar
The Jaguar sits A regal pose Even though All spots exposed He remains Throughout—composed Royalty suits These kingly throes Eyes so hungry Fueled with woes Darkness caress His thoughts of more All small fingers Jabbing point Smiles and scream Not fear—delight This is not A place of fright No place to hide In broad daylight Freedom calls But is not heard The thought is Lurking—absurd Escape has not occurred Even to the captive birds The noble Jaguar Does not pace He looks upon the crowd Disgrace— All those faces Glass cannot erase If only he could break Out of this prison space His deep imagination Swirls and swells with thought If only his true freedom Could perhaps be bought The first thing he would do Is capture one said face And use it as only Claws could change—erase He looks on With animalistic intentions Licks his chops And opens his jaws The crowd gasps as one As the noble beast bares his teeth —And yawns The jaguar too kingly to stoop To animalistic pursuits He knows that he cannot escape The beast so long ago was tamed Long ago he lost his pride On three square meals a day —Inside
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Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
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