The Corporate Champs

The Hungry Tiger On His Cubicle - Poem by The Corporate Champs

Hunger is the best sauce

they say

but this tiger

there is nothing to satiate him

He wants to take hold

even if you give to him

your remaining food




free dom!

this hungry tiger thinks this is his kingdom

wanting to control

even your emotion


the tiger roars

while talking to his phone

wanting to devour

the innocent and the gentle

Smell of blood spread in his cubicle

his odor resembles that of a morgue

flies following him

breeding maggots on his soul

as flies really loves to breed
on anything fecal
like this hungry tiger on his cubicle


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 7, 2011

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