A Woman is not a
Not there to build your cage.
To sling you scraps and rub your back
Until you reach old age.
A Woman is not
a lion tamer.
Watching you all day,
She's on her own. Revelling alone
Perhaps it stays that way.
There only to keep you calm
She's burning bright and up all night
Dancing arm in arm.
A lion tamer
Built to keep you down
She's heading up and bound for luck,
See her ankles from the clouds.
To suffer in your anger
Youve lost control, then you're on your own
She wont be with you any longer
Is a lion.
If you cant stand her roar, and beg for more-
Perhaps you should let her prowl on.