the Tiger paused outside the therapist's tent
not quite sure what had been meant
by attitude and change
had thought about it just before his last kill
but where's the skill
acquiring something vegetarian
a pizza or a burgher
were y' gonna get your thrill
no chase no ripping it apart
so did he have the heart to...
he lay back on the couch
and deep within his inner space
confronted that receptionist
entirely to his taste
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