the jungle
Elsevier was sure he was a man
congruent thoughtless and bright
an honor student voted most likely
to catch a million tiger tails and die
tring to steal their strength
the fur reminded him of dominance
wearing the work of a country in development
modesty in a green grin he learned in the mall
their claws became his necklace now
you could read the entitlement in his teeth
but Wynton was sure he was a tiger
and i just trusted his hunger more
so we got together all the moonshells we could
strung the sunset out in our own words
clouds like archipelagos in an orange sea
and showed him about the trees we lived in