Being Friends With The Tiger

He was a teenager when first
he met the tiger.
A neighborhood friend introduced them.
He found the tiger exciting.
He felt superior since he could control
the beast, making him perform as commanded.
He grew to love the tiger.

He began to spend too much time
playing with the tiger.
His grades suffered.
He lost friends who didn’t share his
love of the tiger.
Then his parents learned of the tiger.

They demanded he avoid the tiger.
He agreed to do so … but he lied.
He constructed a lifestyle of deception
in order to see the tiger.
The thrill of the tiger became his addiction.
In college he roomed with the tiger…
and he was happy!

He loved the tiger more and more.
Then one day the tiger turned on him
and bit off his foot.
He said it was just that one time,
that he had momentarily lost control
over the beast. Not to worry…
So, he embraced the tiger still.
Then the tiger tore off his arm.

He made excuses for the tiger.
He could still control the animal,
just you watch and see.
His friends and parents warned him
that the tiger that had disabled him
would one day kill him.
He shrugged off their warnings.

He devoted his life to the tiger.
His love of the tiger cost him
his girlfriend, his job, his future.
At age 27 he had become a full-time
tiger trainer, fighting to stay in control.
More and more, the beast roared.

The tiger is a savage beast, a wild thing
with no mercy. It is not surprising then
that one day it finally devoured him.
The autopsy report simply stated
“Dead from an overdose of tiger.”


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