Quiet Riot

Home Tiger
Back to the cage
Away from life
Sunlight, sleep
So carefree
And full of rum
Back to the chains
The whip and
The noose
To confinement
Sit, sit, sit
Five days to choke
On stale recycled air
Dead air, dead stares
And chests that heave
And wait, wait
Squirmy, impatient
Little Tiger
In another five days
You will be free.