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
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