Business is Business.

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I imagined,

In my head of course,

A story complete of a young man in a

Lion’s den.

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His name was Richard

Or Robert or something.

In fact I don’t think he wore

A name card.

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The lion didn’t need an

Introduction.

He roared and drank coffee from

His large metal tin.

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He mewed business and facts

No time for names, I guess.

The gazelles had migrated too closely

For him not to attack.

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Riley shifted from foot to foot,

And his toes got sore,

His palms sweated out, he dehydrated

For his life was on the hook.