and not just any old animal. king of the damn jungle.
i don’t know how i got in this fucker.
they feed me. they clean my cage.
kids come to the fence and point. people take pictures. i get my shots.
now and then they’ll toss a female into my habitat and wait for us to mate.
in the morning they find her disheveled and an ear hanging on by a thread
but no cubs on the way.
just another day.
i wasn’t meant to sit here for this long.
i was meant to roam the jungle.
i was meant to walk where the wild things are.
hollywood isn’t bad. cali doesn’t suck. the rains have stopped. its warmish. the ladies play it safe with knee length skirts tight turtlenecks and fuckmetony boots and i lick my chops and look at the gazelles sipping by the new river.
i know they’re drugging me cuz i just don’t feel like playing with my chew toy the way i used to. i know there’s something in the steaks they thr0w at me cuz im bored with everything.
elephants parade by once in a while and they think they’re so tough. they’re not so tough. but maybe somethings in the water cuz i don’t even want to acknowledge them. when i was younger i woulda told them that if they stop walking im going to take a chunk out of their ass. nowadays i just raise my tail and see what happens.
im fat. im slowing. i climbed a tree the other day and it took a little longer than normal to get back down.
i saw my reflection in the glass today and i looked like a clown.
and i know i cant just jump the moat but i look at it and i think about it
and i heard about a monkey that did it in 86.
this hot lion said its better to get shot on the free side
than rot away fenced in