Lion TamerA Poem by Randy Johnson
My wife's death is her own fault and people ignorantly tell me not to blame her.
My wife signed her death warrant when she decided to be a lion tamer. I begged her not to do it and now she's not alive anymore. A lion tore my wife to pieces after he let out a ferocious roar. When she tried to tame the lion, he ferociously attacked her and she couldn't escape. She had to have a closed casket ceremony because her body was in such a bad shape. When it came to taming lions, my wife had no skill. The lion was violent and he was determined to kill. The audience was terrified, some ran and others started to shout. I got my shotgun out of my truck and I blew that lion's brains out. When I shot that lion, it was an eye for an eye. He killed my spouse and he was going to die. My wife wouldn't have done what she did if she had known the trouble she would be in. It felt wonderful when I killed that lion because he can never kill an innocent person again.
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StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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