Emasculate.

It was an odd little lion

with pastel tufts of tail

and a beribboned degradation of a mane

It looked, to me, ashamed

sitting amidst these glitter coated things

in its own shining cage

and the plastic cannot stop

its glassy eyes from staring

back at me.

You sit beside me in these clean rooms

slouched across these straight back chairs

with the florescent lights bouncing

their hard beams across your face.

Your hands sprawl across the space

and your eyes wander the busy room

and there is nothing for you to see.

What is a cynic to do

with a world as hard as he?

What use a lion

When all the gazelle are caged?

Bend down bend down darling

let me tie another ribbon on

Come along my sweet my dear

I know that you are nothing to fear.