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x_losMufasa is Dead
A sonnet
*new CAVEAT: only funny if you know the biblical phrase 'the honey in the lion'*
I have ripped open my tenth goddamn lion.
Last time- a ribcage and a bleeding heart!
I get in there with axes and with siphons.
Zoo keepers have been bitching from the start.
“Please leave lions be, they are endangered!”
What, all of them? “That’s what endangered means!”
So maybe I have thinned that regal herd—
manned opportunists! only fit to preen.
I crave that clover honey like a fiend,
to douse English muffins and cereal,
to sugar over losses and bad dreams,
erase my food with taste ethereal.
Though my ten lions have yielded no trove
I’ll have that honey, if I go through droves.
A sonnet
*new CAVEAT: only funny if you know the biblical phrase 'the honey in the lion'*
I have ripped open my tenth goddamn lion.
Last time- a ribcage and a bleeding heart!
I get in there with axes and with siphons.
Zoo keepers have been bitching from the start.
“Please leave lions be, they are endangered!”
What, all of them? “That’s what endangered means!”
So maybe I have thinned that regal herd—
manned opportunists! only fit to preen.
I crave that clover honey like a fiend,
to douse English muffins and cereal,
to sugar over losses and bad dreams,
erase my food with taste ethereal.
Though my ten lions have yielded no trove
I’ll have that honey, if I go through droves.
