'Feed the Lion': A Poem
by D Shannahan
Native American Spirit
But they ain't carin to hear it
Out with the bears and the werewolves
The coyotes you can hear em
Just circlin around like samsara
Howlin out their sorrow
Downin all the bottle-
I got a bag to stamp out my problems.
All out of everything
That's the bell, let it ring
No time to stall
Can't set it straight so say 'fuck all a y'all'
I said it straight
So get a pape
And blaze that shit like Babylon
Pass it on like volleyball,
And spike that shit with vodka y'all.
I lost the ball
Cryin till my eyes stop seein violence
On my blind side still countin mileage
I sight from the windin staircase
13 steps to Zion.
I don't even know what kinda shit I'm on
Just rolls off the lips like drool when I'm sighin
I'm a fool if I'm lyin
Tryna keep it cool in the dual when I identify which face to displace the pie on
Nobody needs any more shit then they got
So I'm droppin the beef like I'm feedin a lion.
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