Tiger Thought
A Poem by Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster
Four pinkish walls cry out For all those trapped within With insufferable drought, Densely populated; Confined for their great sin, Much spoke understated. Whilst from the window shout A tiger with a grin And flesh amongst his snout, Boasting liberated Of the medicine men Mutually hated. Unionizing takes hold, Tearing down the pink walls’ hold; Enraged and all about As the tiger cries out.
© 2013 Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster
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Added on June 16, 2013
Last Updated on August 7, 2013
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