Life Is A Tiger

Life is a tiger a terrible beast....
a terrible beast who will
eat you up

He does not know CHANEL
perfume number five
from.....cow dung number 23,
nor a Paris gown
from a breech cloth

At least he loves us all the same,
mangles with no malice,
no elite are dressed
for his jaws, blood and flesh
have the same sweet taste.....
he gnaws as savagely
on my arm as yours,
eats both hearts
with the same gusto.

Turn up the music and make the
red lips redder.... we shall walk
down Broadway with
the tiger at our heels.

poem by Isabelle Cooper
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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