I held it in my hands, and felt the god in me.
I can **** you, or I can set you free.
"What are you doing?" they asked.
"Having fun." I replied.
"I wonder if a tiger would allow me not to die."
Squeezing it they named him "Frank".
I called him "Dead" as I picked it up by its leg.
Begging they asked for his second chance.
So I let it go and watched it dance.
Then I saw myself again.
A spider waiting in the shadows.
I cheered Frank on to get caught.
So nature could take course.
But Frank didn't want to get taught.  
It hopped away,
Missing it's lesson about life.
And the spider starved.
Everyone else happy,
I was just in awe.
It had cheated death twice.
****** Frank...