Leo the lusting Lion
There once was a lion named Leo,
who loved to be lazy and just lounge,
while other lions did all the hard work
of hunting and providing food,
of maintaining his lion lair,
and were always kept busy
so he could festively feast,
did not have to go without food,
did not have to hunger,
to suffer, to forage or to scrounge.
Leo thought this to be not only right
but perfectly proper.
He thought that’s how the system should be.
Leo the leering lion thought himself
to be quite cunning and clever.
He lustfully, profitably gamed the lion system,
and to keep things as they are,
So, he perpetually schemed and scammed.
Let other lions be damned!
He controlled and kept things as they were.
For him it was a matter of convenience
to live a life in lion luxury!
He thought he was acting not only quite “legally,”
but in so doing also very regally.
After all, had he not made certain
that all the rules, regulations, and laws
would serve him well!?
He manipulated the lion system from within,
even with the alleged illegal aid from without,
just to prove, by hook or by crook,
what he is all about!
While others were hunting for him,
he just roared his approval.
He regularly and very regally
shook his royal mane,
He routinely and forcefully
flip-flopped his royal tail,
and rested his royal paws.
He licked himself contentedly.
He yawned. He stretched and slept.
He polished and sharpened,
for every opportunistic feasting readiness
his dreadful, deadly lion claws.
he considered himself to be
a King among Beasts.
In fact, up and down
his territorial lion range,
he made certain
that things were not altered,
and did not change.
He even spread
and propagated the monstrous myth
in his very selfishly leering lion lore,
that he did not really have enough
and that he was entitled
to own and control,
and be the direct beneficiary
of much more.
He even prided himself
in regally boldly boasting mannerism,
while parading pompously in public,
or while lounging in his luxurious lion lair,
to have had many a casual and illicit,
grabbing and groping lion affair!
He had many mistresses.
However, other lionesses had let it be known…
that his grabbing, rubbing,
cuddling, kissing, embracing,
touching and groping…
his sleazy sordidness had been
resented, rejected, unwanted,
and were not desired choices of their own!
Leo the leering, lusting lion
even regularly presented
the various off-springs he had sired,
by lionesses he had married
and in passing
had temporarily admired.
Now, he is on the persistent,
perpetual partisan prowl,
with his sneering and snarling,
and not very alluring lion grin,
or more often than not
with very nasty intimidating lion growls,
while huffily pointing his groping paws,
while bullying and belligerently howling,
while snapping, snarling and scowling,
and is making the incredible claim
that he has a right to sit
elevated and enshrined
on the Lion Throne.
One can only hope that
in this proverbial animal kingdom
all very caring and concerned creatures
will readily raise their voices
in long overdue timeliness,
to reject his insinuations,
to reject his lusty claims,
and to make much more sensible,
needed, necessary, rightful, respectful
and responsible choices!
They do not really need,
nor do they really want
this leering, lusting. lying
lunatic of a lion!
Gerhard A Fürst