Said I was sheltered Then showed me some real ****** up **** I could never forget You left a mark In the worst way Like an earthquake You shook me up Opened my eyes To all the lies Opened the door To all that was hidden I should have never seen Knew me the best And still did what you did No respect For me **** hit differently After seeing it so vividly And I can’t deny Thought **** wasn’t fair to me But now I see it so clearly Tunnel vision The bigger picture appeared to me Something bigger I’m meant to be
Fact is stranger than fiction. Quentin sits for days trying to think of a plot, As dazed and twisted as his. And should the Tiger King take Quentin under his wing, I am sure that Quentin's mouth will be searching for teeth. (but then again, don't you think Quentin is a tad bit old?) Benevolent monarch, with peasants made of fur. Boldy he strays upon a kingdom never his. And the peasants, They have no choice Have no voice, Nothing but the strength to look the Tiger King's Advisor in the eye as they say "Goodbye".
And good old Carole Baskin watches. From a pedestal of brie and champagne: Money money money! Shower it. Just not on the tigers. No money for the peasants. No money for the ******.
She held out her arm, To be poked by the robot. "Tell me my symptoms my symptoms My heartache, My pain- Tell me that put together They all make sense." The robot gave but a quizzical glare. A dead stare through emotion so dense. It analyzed the data, The beep boop menagerie. "You're human." Was all the robot could see.
Doctor, doctor! Tell me it is not so. Why is my heart in tact, When it is so broken?