Tiger is well received by everyone.
It’s definitely daunting and imagined
Imbedded in the name, rather born of a beast
His hips and tail and all exposed, with tattoo
Its canine in depth of the skin, looking struck
A clubhouse of gaping mouth, Gosh
Feared heaven, yet it was shut up by a yolk
The jest scared flocks of guys
Green Dragon minded of being good, White Tiger King
The Amulet jumped out off the back of wicker chair
None of thousand year history has been rewritten
Battle the “tigers” is in favor of public but I have never seen
A real tiger that only exits alone
Might is naturally from rarity, no in need of cosmetology
The meat should be eaten is full swallowed by the tiger
Now it suffers starvation, roaring beyond
And hidden in forest of remote mountains, disappeared
More and more insects called Fuban are gathering under
The tiger’s skin and they want to climb up
But overwhelm themselves, collapsing to death
No more any tigers, but pig bones left in wine
As if pan’s bottom ash soothed the spasm of drug
Dapple tiger skin broken and dust scattered all over