The Fable of the Maneless Lion
I decided to write a fable,
nevertheless, about a lion,
with a lioness cub (un)stable,
she thinks of herself as Orion,
an “artist”, phony and bitter
and she lives only “for her art”,
no care for her little sister,
her friends, or even her dad.
But the lion to say at least,
he was so proud of his child
praising her to everyone he meets
until she walks on the wrong side.
Immediately she comes home
to complain about the lousy jog,
o, what a terrible shock, you all,
seeing her father look like a hog
and her home was like a hovel,
cheap decor, small, and stink,
was she a part of a bad novel?
she was in disbelief:
The lion was no king!
He had to sell his lion´s mane
to pay for her expensive things
the bills, the food, the rent,
taking care of her siblings…
The moral here is pretty plain,
life is simple, Confucius says,
It is we who complicate,
make sure you teach your kids
humbleness and respect,
money doesn´t grow on trees
hard work, pays off, indeed,
so you don´t risk ending up
just like the lion, all in vain,
with a lioness spoiled brat,
broke and hurt, without his mane.
