Old Panther

 

The old panther laughed when I held up a mirror.
"I’ve become so much larger and quite a bit scarier."
Yes my friend, and your prey is only getting weaker.
"Haaa-ha-ha, and they run around as if they’re free-er."

With a grin departing its chin, the panther turned direction.
"I admit it gets boring hunting weaklings that can never win." 
Yes my friend, your mastery of the kill has made you too good
"Haaaa-ha-ha, and this mastery only kills my thrill."

The panther’s tail swinging low and wide, he spoke 
"From my own two eyes, they weren't made to stay alive."
Yes my friend, but even unscathed prey die of old age
"Haaaa-ha-ha, and they were scared everyday." 

The old panther jumped to a low-hanging branch
"We kill to live so that we may delay our very death."
Yes my friend, so who are we to feel free?
"Haaa-ha-ha, I guess there’s no escape for you or me..."

Song

Towed Home

On my way home with Larry the tow man,

He told me the way to be on the highway

Is to hold a slight grin and see the laughter

In a man beeping at you to go faster. 

I laughed because he had a point, but

It wasn’t his beat-up car getting towed away.

The rent is overdue and I can hardly buy food.

My dysfunction has lost its amusement.

“In a year you’ll forget this happened”, Larry said

As I stared blankly into the endless cornfield 

“I remember once thinking a drought would never end…

but life always finds a way to start again..” 

I nodded to be polite and thought of my life. 

Sometimes my utilities bills overdraft me

And when it’s late at night, I scour for porn -

My dick grows, but my violin lay alone. 

And this drought  has been going on so long…

I wonder if there is milk & honey left anywhere.

Or just a series of increasingly difficult chores 

Until I’m sent back to the land of nevermore? 

Silence filled the rest of the trip back.

Larry had a lot of wisdom I suspected -

I wonder if he was just grown in good soil

Whereas my seed laid with the rocks and turmoil.