The Tiger's Tale

It was only the other night, lying awake
That I wondered why ever we tigers lose sleep?
With nothing disturbing; excepting, for pity's sake
The petty resentments of powerless sheep
I marvel at all who have come to caress us
How high are their levels of lunacy set?
I pondered exacting the vengeance of Nessus
And if I decide to, the mileage I'll get
So hold on, hold on for the tiger's tale

So slowly but surely, with plans coalescing
In what's now become my established technique
I made my selection of buttons for pressing
The ones that will carry most sway, so to speak
We know that to focus and foster resentment
They must be emotive and hard to contest
When everything works, there's a certain contentment
As public opinion takes care of the rest
So hold on, hold on for the tiger's tale

Eventually, Morpheus turned up to claim me
But when I awoke, I was simmering still
I'd asked myself many times, "Who's gonna blame me?"
And finally determined that nobody will
We tigers will always have little regard for
A victim unable to mount a defence
And this is the moment to really hit hard, for
Strategically speaking, it makes perfect sense
So hold on, hold on for the tiger's tale

Now, many will argue, I'm callous and scheming
But I'm only playing the cards that I hold
A tiger cares little for ritual screaming
Of sheep being returned to the traumatised fold
The switches I'm throwing excite wokerati
A tactic I've found both efficient and cheap
And highly effective destroying a party
Of helpless, defenceless and powerless sheep
So hold on, hold on to the tiger's tale
Hold on, hold on to the tiger's tale