siberian tiger
I remember one February I didn’t eat for ten days and I kept on having to sleep out in the open and one morning somebody threw me into a trash can because my hair was all frozen and I wasn’t moving and my breath was real shallow and you could see my ribs. I was having some kinda crazy dream though. I was a siberian tiger but I was working in Chicago and my boss made me answer the phones because everyone always went crazy when they had to talk to a tiger. I guess that’s one thing that keeps me from being sad. Thinking about being a siberian tiger. If I were a siberian tiger I wouldn’t work for a phone answering service anymore. I’d do something real crazy somewhere.
