Lions rush fields of lush weeds to chase
out the wild game...These hunted prey, run
and jump only to save their own hides from
killing machines who want to kill and mame!
Blood squirts all over the place as jaws
with pressure so strong, that they could
bite in two, a Godzilla or King Kong! Hark! the
wild birds fly and flutter out of the bush,
escaping death's door...Alas once more, I
am soon to be no more but very aching and
sore! How can i hide from monsters whom are
out hunting me by my scent? Since these
accursed beastial hunters have a very keen
sense of smell...Oh well, oh hell-i guess
i'll end up dying instead of having to
tell! 01-18-2006'.
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-lion-or-lyin-around/
