17 years of nausea
\nOf loathing of a man
\nWho put me at a truck stop
\nAll part of his sick plan
\nThat was in lousiana
\nYES AMERICA the free
\nWhere rancour comes for nothing
\nAnd contemptibility<\/p>\n
I was a wild tiger
\nRemember What blake wrote
\nBurning bright
\nThat was me alright
\nUnloved though of note
\nIn an offensive prison cell
\nScoffed at everyday
\nWith diesel fumes and carbon
\nRevoltingly I did pay<\/p>\n
Sandlin was my owner
\nWell that is what he thought
\nThe dust and grime
\nWas all the time
\nGetting to me caught
\nUp in all that pollution
\nA jungle soul was I
\nKept just to be oggled at
\nUntil the day I die<\/p>\n
The hostility of many
\nThe ignorance of some
\nNo love lost for any
\nTheir antipathy left me numb
\nAll the light I ever had
\nWent out long ago
\nMy nobleness extinguished
\nAs many of you know<\/p>\n
Hope i always had hope
\nBut despondency and pain
\nTook me on a journey
\nI was desperate to regain
\nPurpose, just to be there
\nA vision somehow to
\nGo on being full of life
\nBut it was hard to do<\/p>\n
The boredom and the lack of interest
\nWas heavy on my heart
\nThe monotony was killing
\nReally from the start
\nPonderous and heavy
\nI lost my will to be
\nThe tiger really I was born
\nTo open my eyes and see<\/p>\n
Instead i wailed inside myself
\nBlubbering away
\nFloods of tears when no one came
\nFilled my eyes each day
\n17 years of purgatory
\nDispirited was I
\nJoyless always dreary
\nJust waiting to die<\/p>\n
And Sandlin kept me in there
\nEvery single day
\nTaking on the stench of all of that
\nThat was his way
\nApparently had no regret
\nAnd wants another he
\nWants another tiger
\nDespite my history<\/p>\n
My kidneys gave up thankfully
\nAnd the needle was the gift
\nOne minute in hell on earth
\nThen heaven I got that lift
\nAll of the lamentation
\nSeemingly did go
\nThey had killed me thankfully
\nThats If you want to know<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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