"He is not a tame lion" we whisper
We try to convince ourselves time and again
Yet we groom him with the finest of combs
We bathe him and wash away the dirt accumulated from his travels
We clip his nails because they are too sharp
We shave his mane and rob him of his majesty
We muzzle him for fear that he may bite
We cage him so that he will not breat out and roar where he wants
As we gaze on the house broken cat, we again repeat to ourselves
"He is not a tame lion"
by Mark
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