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They call me wild 

Though I’m calm 

Like the lioness 

Stalking her meal 

But I’m even more languid 

Like the king 

Waiting for her to kill 

And she can have her share 

Once I get my fill 

Our pride takes what they need 

And the rest is for the scavengers 

Who watch in a ring 

Snapping at our heels 

Salivating over 

The thrill of gnawn bones 

You’re one o’ them 

Aren’t cha? 

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