The Tygers Hart - Poem by RomanJoe Battifarano
Tyger, Tyger in your big stinkin cage,
Now you must learn to control your rage.
Your dreams of grandeur and illusion,
You know for sure are but a dillusion.
For now there is no way out,
No matter how much he does pout.
Remorse is all gone, no more can he cry.
There is no need for asking why.
She's left and gone far away,
with another friend she is at play.
As he glares out his cage, but does not sway.
Patiently sitting on his mattress of hay,
Altho, his is angry and truly quite pissed,
Reminising her beauty, looks at his wrists.
As he paces, schemes and flexes his fists.
for he knows soon comes his day,
As he live his life now, in a different way.
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