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i was listening to this SPOON song called Paper Tigers which lead me to think about another song with the same title, this time by Beck.  so paper tigers were bounding hither and tither in my noggin on their soft, cushy, ol’ tiger feet.  curiouser and curiouser, i wiki’d paper tigers.  the droll quote by Kruschev about tigers and nuclear teeth prompted me to think about Shaw’s musings about tigers and their abiding love of food.

…and so i wrote this pithy little ditty. enjoy.

two paper tigers i see

and they see me too

dressed in a herringbone suit

chenille dress neatly pressed

affected aristocracy

of blue-blooded celebrity

how very rude of them to stare . . .

my frightened hairs cry out -

“BEWARE”

and in this moment i am made aware -

i see two sincere tigers

and they see me too

and instead of Mao i think of Shaw

and how these tigers will devour me raw.

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a tiger in a cage is a tiger in a cage.   respect.

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- ezra

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