This circus tamer – a nasty fellow
Horrendous [bad word] and moody bile fiend
Unleashed his temper onto his subjects
The morning after he thus would speak to them

“Hark! Villains, I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it I`ll make a paste;
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads!”

He’d starve and beat’em, he’d spit and curse’em
To excess use he would put his stinging whip
His rage and anger, uncontrolled malice
Have turned against him – god’s treacherous deceit

One early morning the cleaner found him
His corpse ripped open and drained of all his blood
To the menagerie she then proceeded
Cages all empty – all carnivores were gone

Wrath, anger and spite Mould into one Alloy of evil
Fangs ripping and sharp Slice flesh apart Tear it to peaces
Beast hiding within Reared in [bad word] Woken from slumber
Angst, fear, and pain - a trio of hate Equation of murder

The hungry tigers
Feast on his body
jungle revenge -
Eye for an eye!!!