Ah, one with a tiger heart
Powerful, intimidating, standing apart
Now striped dangerous with wicked delight
Ach! but we are not stricken with fright
Instead we welcome the tiger one into our hearts
Where he becomes lazy and fat
corrupt, like a neutered cat ...Well, not exactly
(So serious we must court ridicule
decry what we have placed on a pedestal
and highlight what we've shoved in a cesspool
And this is considered success.
Perhaps it is our secret, our means to dominance
But in the zoo, success is nothing but the failure of another)
If other lands followed the zoo-
monkey see, monkey do-
they might be successful too.
Every day there is a new addition
Most are choked with fake contrition
silliness and contradiction
It's human nature at the Zoo.

An American kitchen god

I guarantee your automobile.
For I am the ruler of boring necessary faded things:
auto squares, furniture stores, Stater Bros.
My temples of broad car pavillions in hues of a kitchen sink commercial,
"Funeraria" that look like discolorful suburban clothing stores,
And when I feel jolly, beepers sold by greasy old men in tacky costumes, grabbing one's eye with fawning, plastic, bikini'd "girls."