The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.
Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin.
To kill demands a business sense;
economony moves non-residence approaching from down-wind.
Being a tiger means you laugh whenever lesser
tigers have to eat meat that's infected.
Being a tiger means your mate when overfed
will defecate in places least expected.
Knowing a tiger means you must accept his
promise of mutual trust
and offer him your throat.
Loving a tiger mean you take second place to the cake you bake.
[Spoken:] and with undying servile obedience keep
the stiffly starched collar of his conference shit
spotless and remove daily the doubed bloody
evidence of his dastardly misleeds from the
otherwise immaculate elegance of his pinstripe
tiger coat....Period.
