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Jeffrey Ford
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Sep 2017
Tigers Fur, Tigers Flight
I ride a bounding tiger rampant in a field of shame. His fur is made of razor wire; I grip it all the same
He tries to throw me down to the cutting grass below; there to lay me open there to lay me low.
My teeth they grind and gnash, my gut turns and knots; he twists with might beneath me, muscles clenched and taut.
I know that he is hungry, his teeth sharp to bite, still I ride the tiger, heels and hands they fight.
The tiger takes his toll as we roll and bound in strife; my will to stay aboard, his to take my life.
Our yen and yang are tied morning noon and night. I go where he takes me, I dare not stop the flight.
For some the beast is anger, others lust or fame, but each ride their tiger though others know not its name.
I started on this when i saw a Clemson Tiger tire cover on a Jeep
#fear
#depression
#lust
#anger
#sloth
#tiger
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Jeffrey Ford
54/M/South Cakalaky
(54/M/South Cakalaky)
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