King Of The Jungle

i am a lion in a bad toupee;
hanging, laughing, i don’t care
which. i eat antelope raw;
before the meat spoils
in the savanna sun.
it often does, and i vomit
onto the scrubby flora.
sand parched, my throat
seeks a watering hole
virgin to hippo piss.
i cannot live like this
much longer. next time
humans come, with their
boom sticks and nets,
i’ll allow myself to get caught
and transported to a zoo.
at least there they’ll feed me
meat that isn’t rancid
and i can drink clean water.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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