Don't Feed the Tigers
Maybe that tiger wants its raw duck
Maybe that girl wants her product
Think she got options
Y tu mama
Taught her
Nada
Daddy’s problem child
Aint so propa
Karma like Jeffery Dahmer
Suppose to eat
Osama Bin Laden’s daughter
Without blue or green wire
She’s that bomb diffused, tied to you and me
Maybe it’s a cover up
Maybe it’s Maybelline
Maybe she’s born with it
Maybe those lips
Great tits
Maybe she couldn’t make daddy see
So mom didn’t believe her
Some boy broke her heart and cheat her
Leave her, for the image
She thought she’d make herself into
Money
Kept the purses
Lost your interest
Spent the rest
So who she’s trickin
Listen
Bitch
She might find that gentle man/ She might find that
sentimental/ She might find that great em, feed em, fuck em, leave em, type
it’s simple/ Every time you think the flame is kindled/ Let no candle light his
pursuit, for you/ What you get came from what you do/ what you give is what you
get (repeat)
Grant three wishes
For the proof
On the bottle
He wish his lies that strong in proof
How he swallowed
The truth
No bottom
For Jennie promise
To rub loose
Play cool
In shallow gene pools
Games of cops and robbers
Steal organs
Give them back removed
What cardiac arrest them two
Her bed cuffs so used to cold— bruised
Heart out its space in rib cages
Patrons, new stage
So used to new players
Who help run the zoo
She want that fantasy Disney bird to coo
Sing by the window
Squirrels and mice picking out her wardrobe
Her hormones play out the crush groove
While you play cool
Everyone likes to see the tiger graze
They don’t want to see it rip that Disney bird’s face
Let it choose
What they consume
Maybe you—
Shouldn’t feed the tigers
You don’t know what they want
She might find that gentle man/ She might find that
sentimental/ She might find that great em, feed em, fuck em, leave em, type
it’s simple/ Every time you think the flame is kindled/ Let no candle light his
pursuit, for you/ What you get came from what you do/ what you give is what you
get (repeat)
Maybe you shouldn’t feed the tigers
Maybe you shouldn’t feed the tigers
You don’t know what they want
Your Imagination
If you let me
Run away so
So far that I go
back to the wild
Like that giraffe
Serengeti
Pull your locks, would you
Would you dread me
Climbing hair down
Where you crept me
Out tower walls
back to a child
With the folklore
And the fairies
I’m as real as
You won’t get me
I’m your
imagination
Getting away,
getting away from you
Don’t let me get,
get away from you
Like diabetic hopes
To sugar highs
You’re too young to
think goodbyes
Blood pressure
between her thighs
Sugar, for all we
know
Dissolves, in
watered lines
It’s always shown
From one pupil to
the other’s
Drowned suckers
Contacts reflecting
eyes
Contact what she
fantasize
Encounter
I’m a first kind
Alien what we try
No for
Aint the answer
No for aint the
note that struck her cords
Encore
Ask her
How good for you
too
Frenching jumping
off walls
Not unlike that
first time
She sweat up in her
room
And dad walked in
He saw it all
Ceiling spinning
from the spirits
She invoked in liquor,
if her
Nigga could find where
he had entered
How many have exit
Maybe the next day
she’d remember
It just like she
imagined
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