cnimals

The concrete's hard on the lion's toes cnd the bones connected to bones But he pounces on it every day Sneaking on his prey The shark will swim in his saltwater pool In a penthouse on Madison avenue Poised, pointed forward he is ready For any trace of blood Flesh and bone Doesn't even compare To the primitive hate and deadliest wares Of a 45 caliber gun Height awards the hawk the upper hand When he's protected by the man cnd trained to target powerless persons cnd throw them all away