"zookeepers" poems
the sting your stubble left is still lingering on my lips,
like invisible mosquito bites that tickle more than itch,
as i wrap my arms around your neck, i ask:
just friends? and readjust myself in your lap.
so you pull me in closer, you nod to confirm:
the two of us, we’re nothing more than zookeepers.
throwing fresh meat in the den of the lioness,
controlling those animals lying deep inside of us.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
Flashbulbs light, an inspiration for the lion in the enclosure who then dies, too much exposure for the king.
That's the thing,
we want it all, can't live without it, then we get it and the paparazzi come to knock upon our door, it's such a shock, but then we die to lay or lie beside a king who didn't do a single thing and that's the thing.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
They talk all the time
Like woman in the office
About the weather
Or the zookeepers being late for their supper
And the new rhino that's arrived is discussed
Whilst the Penguins moan about the water
The camels have got the ****
A parrot gets a sore throat through talking
Lions have become vegetarians
Monkeys think swinging is beneath them
And the electric eels are shocked at what they see
Zebras have an identity crisis
The elephants want nose jobs
And just to top it all off
The giraffes think their to small
Zoo talk don't you just love it
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC