Tyger, Tyger in your big stinkin cage, <br />Now you must learn to control your rage. <br />Your dreams of grandeur and illusion, <br />You know for sure are but a dillusion. <br />For now there is no way out, <br />No matter how much he does pout. <br />Remorse is all gone, no more can he cry. <br />There is no need for asking why. <br />She's left and gone far away, <br />with another friend she is at play. <br />As he glares out his cage, but does not sway. <br />Patiently sitting on his mattress of hay, <br />Altho, his is angry and truly quite pissed, <br />Reminising her beauty, looks at his wrists. <br />As he paces, schemes and flexes his fists. <br />for he knows soon comes his day, <br />As he live his life now, in a different way.<br /><br />RomanJoe Battifarano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tygers-hart/
