#tigers
Every movie can be improved by adding a hungry tiger into it--
a bullet-proof tiger who can talk, but
only speaks in aphorisms and maxims.
The tiger's voice should sound like broad green leaves
and love language.
High Noon with Gary Cooper, bad guys, and a bullet-proof tiger.
Citizen Kane with a talking tiger on a sled.
Casablanca with a tiger behind the bar, saying,
"Love is like the stripes of a zebra;
bright and dark touching but still apart and always moving."
Real life could be enhanced as well.
The tiger could eat people who don't allow their dogs upstairs,
who cut in line, and who take duckface selfies.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"
the tiger would say while standing over their bones,
full with both flesh and satisfaction.
You could come over.
We can watch movies--with tigers in them!--
spouting maxims and bromides,
wrestling feverishly with each other and with the notion
of tigers knowing anything about zebras or hearts
except that they are foolish things
made of meat
and consumable.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
Imagine your worst nightmare and watch it come true
Imagine being tortured until you are a blue
Imagine your light being stolen at the darkest point of your view
Imagine being physically mentally and verbally abused
Imagine having nothing absolutely nothing
No money or food
Imagine having no heating or energy
In your house or your body to puke
Imagine cold baths cold meals cold ******* heart too
Imagine losing love until you are completely numb through
Imagine losing your friends your family too
Imagine losing the sensation of pain and replacing it for pleasure
Imagine being conditioned
To not know any different
Imagine being me but I imagine you don’t care 🤷🏼♂️
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
Things are wrong when there are more tigers kept as pets
Than living in the wild in their natural habitats
Human greed kills them off till they're extinct
Chinese herbal medicine using the tiger for alleged medicine
Hunters paying a million dollars to shoot one dead on a fake hunt
One of the most majestic animals ever to exist almost extinct
Fact and photos captured in history books and photographs
When they're gone they can never ever be recreated
That is only for script writers and authors in their stories...
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
Running through the jungle
Bounding over fallen trees
Trying to escape
When will we leave them alone?
Staring at the moon
Golden eyes shining
Ears flicking at every unknown sound
When will we leave them alone?
Pacing in a wire trap
Roaring out of pain
Bleeding, just for men's gain
When will we leave them alone?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Dastardly and reluctant I have came to speak for the wretched things that have made me weak. Sit silent as I speak, it softly settles as I move to quick retreat.
Bare in all that is me to be the might of examination. If that is so what you please? But also remember you are just as evil and ****** up as me.
I am so quick to want to be worth more when I treat myself less. Intolerably suffocating the idea we should all forget. More or less of a forfeit.
Stranded in solitude of the ever deepening abyss. Complete consciousness in adrift.
So much remorse, so much regret. Who am I?
Where off am if I eventually forget? It seems intangible be it that you are not here. The sound of her voice Start's to disappear. Albeit there seems to be more to this. Than a lost soul and lost mind driting into the abyss. No. There is defiant tendencies that do exist. A reason to run from the part of me I do not want to adress.
I cannot seem to just carry on and forget. It eats at me like locusts latching on to my neck.
So I write to capture the moment to quickly relinquish it. Only you can picture this.
Imagine we are somewhere beautiful. Imagine we were better off than this..?? Imagine I was someone who could offer you advice, someone who has also dealt with this.
Oh wow that sound's great. Yea here is a prescription. This should handle it. By the way this pill gives you the shit's. So you might wanna also take this. Whats this?
Oh this? This is a pill that will offset this. Thats two signatures.
Two pharmaceutical trial drug checks. Well it seems to work I mean other than the nausea or the frequent headaches. It is also free to me because the insurance pay's for it...pays three hundred a month for insurance. Just thought I would add that.
Face yourself alone, find your weaknesses and eradicate them.
Small changes eventually add up to a big change. Start where you are.
-RSC
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
“Hello, and welcome to the show.
My name is Captain Sin.”
As Dancers tumble to and fro,
protected by thick skin.
“Release the snare!”, the Captain yells,
gripping a chair, metal strikes bells,
The audience roars with anticipation.
And the tigers temper, is just causation.
But Captain Sin is never through.
Lacking neither whip or mood.
He swings his crop and hits it true,
confidence is what he exudes.
The tiger rears to claw his face,
But Captain Sin just seems displaced,
too quick to see or venerate,
a cause for cheers to celebrate.
Another crack across the skin,
the beast now seems subdued.
Another smack across it's chin,
the monster takes review.
The cage is closed to mournful eyes.
For those who thought of Sin's demise.
And Captain Sin, takes a final bow.
He removes his hat, to cloak his brow.
Sin shades the line of red they missed.
As music plays, the show persists.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
I got dumped on by a blue jay
While out sitting in my yard
The fact that I'm a Tigers fan
Made the bombing rather hard
I do not like the red birds
I mean, the team can't pitch or hit
But, I'm sure that if I pick on them
One will fly by me and ****
The Orioles, I do not like
I guess you've got the scoop
If I pick on them as well
One will fly by me and ****
There's a ball team down in Mexico
The parrots, to them I'll tip my cap
Because you know, if I 'dis them
One will fly overhead and crap
There are other teams named after birds
I don't know them all...do you?
So, I will let them off the hook
In case one comes by to pooh!
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Cats are evil
Dogs are good.
Pigeons are winged rats.
Pigs are food.
Cows just stand there
except when it rains
Crickets are annoying
And goldfish lack brains
Mice are cute
Rats are not
Bears are fat and lazy
Deers are shot.
Polar bears seem lonely
Wolves work in a pack
Foxes are silent
Parrots talk back
Rabbits eat your garden
Termites eat your home
Turtles win the race
Buffalos roam
Hippos will **** you
Panguins can't fly
A hen is a girl
A rooster is a guy
So many creatures
Each so unique
If I was to write them all
This poem would last a week!
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
From the Sikhote Alin Mountain,
I gaze at my world coming to an end.
I feel the sharp spear
peirce my brother's heart.
Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and
I taste its unwanted metallic zest.
The strench of Amur Basin burning
fills my nostrils, telling me my time
is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers,
killers stained with the last
essence of my family.
This destruction of my kind hurts my soul,
but I stand to fight in the name of Amur.
As my band of enemies approach,
I summon the inner spirit and my
roar blankets the mountain air.
I feel my ancestors with me and
charge with the force of a thousand
tigers to my certain death.
The final battle begins.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
The posters said tomorrow
At eleven on the dot
The Mishkin Brothers Circus
Would be here ....on this spot
There would be no carnival or midway
Just one tent and three rings
And all of the excitement
That a good old circus brings
There would be elephants and lions
Trapeze artists overhead
Dancing dogs and ponies
And zebras painted red
Clowns of all description
Answering to just one man
In the center of the circle
Was Mishkin brother....Dan
He'd run the show for twenty years
Gone from town to town to town
In one day they would get set up
And in two, they'd tear it down
One day to show the locals
The circus still was an event
With magic, form the Barnum Days
All housed inside one tent
The sideshow barkers and their geeks
Were not with this fine group
Dan Mishkin had assembled
Only the finest circus troup
From Russia he had jugglers
Knife throwers, just the best
******** riders from Decatur
Along with all the rest
Fourteen trucks and trailers
Pulled into town the night before
Breaking ground once they arrived
Working right through until four
Just old time entertainment
No travelling gypsy band was this
It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus
It was something not to miss
The show was started promptly
At twelve o'clock, like the sign said
A parade of all the players
And the zebras painted red
Two shows and it was over
The whole routine began anew
The field was once more empty
Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo
A year from now, we'd see the signs
And we'd all go to the tent
To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus
The best money ever spent
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Of all the places
I have been
This is the strangest
That I've seen
It is called
The mixed up zoo
where the animals
Just will not do
Exactly what they're supposed to do
That's why it's called the mixed up zoo
Imagine lions in a tree
Not where they're supposed to be
A giraffe who is afraid of heigts
And bats who will not fly at night
I saw a goat who did not bleat
And then I saw a wool less sheep
A zebra who was blue and green
The strangest place I've ever been
I saw a duck who did not quack
I even met a talking yak
A turkey who could really fly
A hyena who would only cry
Geese that croaked like giant frogs
And chickens who would bark like dogs
Elephants with ears so small
You would think they couldn't hear at all
I saw a horse who would not run
In all the day was really fun
Monkeys who could really sing
A snake who bounced just like a spring
It really was a crazy place
I laughed so much I hurt my face
If there is one thing you must do
Come and see the mixed up zoo
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
These streets knew feet in days gone by,
bustling sidewalks, crowded storefronts,
laughter, light and dancers leaking
out of smoke-filled bars.
Cars would wind through intersections,
blood cells between neighborhoods.
From The Corner came The Roar.
He remembers how the Autumn sounded
back in '84
when Alan Trammell brought The Series home,
the arcing shot off Gibson's bat,
the rolling wave of soaring voices.
Old English
"D"
tattooed on the hearts
of a city
who's been hurting since the 50's.
Bless You Boys.
Ya did it--
went and Sparked up Michigan
and lit a dimming town again
in Corktown's widening eyes.
In 20 years, though, losses pile up.
55 and starved for signs
of trends reversing, luck upending,
impending relief or just some kind of
something.
Sickening, cloying rapid decay
as neighborhoods die.
These streets know crumbling cinderblock
walls and blistered paint coats don't
cover ribcages starting to show--
steel girder bones--and windows blown
out, like teeth lost from a well-spoken mouth,
allow the Lake Michigan wind to howl
out the tale--
through oxidized bones--
of just what it looks like
when economic war hits home.
Heartbeats still find footing
in Motor City streets, beneath
the Old English "D,"
but mind the scoreboard smart;
the Tigers lost a hundred games
in 2003.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
She shot the tiger . . .
You know the one that wears the yellow eyes
She shot the tiger . . .
The one that's been hiding behind the smirks and lies
(It's okay , he'll be living in a poem
he's writing today . . .
It's not that good but he's hoping
that it will trend anyway)
Hey ! Hey ! Hey ! Ha Hey !
She caught the tiger . . .
Using all the black and white stripes
as his disguise . . .
She caught the tiger . . .
Thinking he could just blend right on in so he could hide
(What a Mistake!)
She shot the tiger . . .
Really blood is just paper thin
She shot the tiger . . .
You know it's not so funny now
when the hammer comes down upon the rim
And you were willing to let it go
on and on . . .No ! No ! No ! Oh No !
She shot the tiger . . .
And now he's bleeding
and the thought just occurred
that he might die !
She shot the tiger . . .
You know the one
that wears the yellow eyes
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
As fierce as they can be,
Tigers hunt to survive.
They only do,
What they have to do.
Did you know,
If pray was in sight,
The tiger wouldn't even attack,
Unless it was hungry for a snack.
Tigers aren't all bad.
Not at all really.
They just find their way,
Trying to live.
There's a food chain,
You can't avoid that fact.
They need to eat meat,
So what can they do,
If they didn't ****
They'd die of course!
Would you be happy then?
Because humans hunt them too.
We don't need them for food.
We don't HAVE to **** them for medicine,
Why do most of them **** tigers?
Only for their skin.
Yes, it is beautiful,
But it's not ours to take.
You shouldn't **** tigers,
Just for their stripes.
They would only **** you,
If they needed food.
Food of which,
Some struggle to find.
It's sad this isn't the only reason,
That most of them die.
Those cruel people,
Set up traps all their habitat.
When trapped,
All is painful.
The more that they struggle,
The tighter it gets.
If they're not dead,
By the time those people come,
They will surely **** them,
And all because they want to be rich.
Tigers need saving.
They need our help now.
They're already endangered,
But they have no good enough reason,
To die right out.
We don't need tiger skin.
Can't anyone see that,
It only looks nice on that tiger?
But no, tigers get killed.
It's not their fault,
That people want their beautiful skin.
They may be running out of food,
Because they're running out of trees.
Without the trees,
They don't have much to hide in.
But the poachers don't help.
In fact the truth is,
They make everything unfairly worse.
So please help them.
Donate to charity.
We can save the tigers,
From the cruelty of today.
At the same time as this,
We could help save the trees.
Without the trees,
There is no jungle.
Without the jungle,
There's no home for tigers.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC