When philosophers speak of Bertrand Russell
they often bring up how the lioness's mind
must be so completely different than you.
Though she would rather not have it this way,
she certainly will not mind eating you, like a mouse.
Also, she will wake up in the middle of the night,
stare at you
Stare and stare and stair and stare.
"Help me," you cry from the ruins of your mind, "please help."
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