Fed Up Poem by Ima Ryma

It's bad enough I'm stuck in here,
A forced exhibit on display.
There's no respect 'cause there's no fear,
Like I'd get out in the wild way.
I've put up with a lot of crap -
Like those 3 drunken jerks out there,
Waking me up from a sound nap.
Their coward taunts howl through the air.
A super leap for all the mock,
I clear the fence above the moat.
They're frozen still in sheer stunned shock.
'What's the matter - cat got your throat? '

I know they'll shoot me, 'cause they can.
But don't mess with this tiger, man.