zoo tiger

I do not like to comb my hair


Because I like to start the day

With some part of me untamed



I do not like to button my shirt

Or take a bath if I do not need it

Because I like to know

That I still have a scent



In this unscented place

In this smooth and toothless place

Eyes imprisoned by my glasses

I see the world corrected and refined



Like the tiger at the zoo

Who does not pace any more

Who sits with face on paws

Staring out at passing world



He sits and stares and sits some more

But behind those bars we always know

There sits a tiger

rhymes with orange

I'll never find a word that rhymes with orange


Even if I search and search with more range

Through cold climates that would make Al Gore change

Even if failure would give my labrador mange