'Somethings Never Change' Poem by Linda Winchell

They say you can take the stripes off of a tiger,
But its wild beastly meanness may still remain,
Living to place your head into its mouth,
Sucking the life force from ones veins.

Many have tried to tame the beasts inside,
That rules a much darker side, most knew,
But as I see it has but failed again,
Trying to make a silken purse,
Out of a sow’s ear, such as you.

I can only hope that in time to come,
You will try and turn over another leaf,
But for now I’ll keep to myself,
So as not to feel the sharpness, of your blood thirsty canine teeth!

By: Linda Winchell