My days are spent like a lion-tamer,

Eyes are vehemently glued to my act,

They think I live for their entertainment,

As I whip those animals in the back.

My motto is to always help others,

But these pigs have twisted this declaration

To mean that I live for their enjoyment

And spreading good is not my obligation.

These people are blind like snakes

Watching as they slither up their sinful tree,

They see that I am their jester when actually

I am the one setting the lions free.