lame lion or tamed lion?

which is better? i'd go with the latter, most likely

...

things ain't all that tame, but i was that lame

with pockets and drawers full of crutches and canes

now i'm running, like jim fix, not quite like jimmy connors

not chasing tennis balls

not dying of a coronary

in lieu of that, clefting bangs in twain, leaving a wane

mane strain, the silent killer, the lion de-fanger

a parasite, attacks on a jungian level

you'll step in front of a bus, so, therefore...

i'll make an executive decision and shave it off, no wait

i'll wait until i'm rejected for the job, then shave it off

as a big bald fuck you, like as if i would ever do anything for them, no

i'm incidental to that, but until then

all this rockin hair and me in a rocking chair

retired... dio, time to go, he's such a gentleman, they say

these are the collection of ailments, something's always wrong...

it'll be a golden age in retrospect, gilded powerslave cap

as they mostly are, if preserved in cerebro-spinal fluid at appropriate temperature

some memories evaporated through the ear canals and ocular interface

some sweated through pores