curried cat
dogs, feet in the air, take a last breath
train me
monkey
brains set to swing up from
the vines
lay my head down between
your humps, rough ride
for later you may want to train the elephants
galloping, riding
bareback, backwards
eating anything but hungering for fish
cats the colour of the sun
a crimson glowing
purr
don't plunge your horns into me
I turn my back on you
but I'm not running
cause
I am still king
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