deepundergroundpoetry.com

.:Ode of The Terrible Tiger Tamer:.

like me always say�
me no need for da dread
yet dis ting�dis is a varied ting
where every ting can be all right
most mine�mind�dey mine da mind
den dey get at it better tru da night
though some feign resistance while others want fight
but here on dis street we do more den fly kite
we do tricks for kicks wit me trained pit dyke
make me smile little bit when dey do what eye like

and if we find dey action is abit too slow
we add more rope; take �em back down below
den we place �em inda barn where the big cock crow
where we tighten up dey ropes; have dem say �Oh No�
see �em playing dis game; we bind �em up good
emphasize its wise to do what dey should
if dey fail to see dat reason in what we say
we tighten up dey rope �till dey see it our way

see some call me Devil, some call me King
all dem little girl know eye know about pain
me know about dey fear how it drive dem insane
how my whip eclipse any thought about game
hear da sound of da crack means a tiger got maimed
and dem who don�t please; dem get tossed, not claimed

dere�s a whole lotta worst den tied up & scarred
nuttin go easy; dat�s da way we stay hard
best be my friend den play dat last card
get removed from da deck wit no life left to guard

..
photo: Joseph W Carey