Scott Labbe

Jungle Fever - Poem by Scott Labbe

He thinks his technological luck makes him better
Put him in the wild
His mind will flutter
It's survival of the fittest
But hes not to fit
Her on the other hand
Could last as long as her little red heart
Fit and mentally powerful
From what my eyes can see
The images and noises carried out on the jungle would chill his bones
As he coughs you can hear the struggle
The weakness in his lungs asking
Relief but he doesn't know what that means
Breathe cause when that day comes
It will be over fast

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

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