by Gary Maclean

Created on: April 27, 2008   Last Updated: May 30, 2011

Screeches and howls and yells horrific
Shouts of pain and gloom
Screams and hollers and terror filled noises
All spelling our impending doom

Seems there is no where to turn
There's no place a person can run
In the jungle there's all manner of creatures
Vying to set you down with the sun

Terror and horror and hideous renditions
Of pain and gore all around
In the jungle your life is cheapened

The threats and intimidation abound

Watch the man killers, predators
Meat eaters, circle their prey as if dead
They'll never give up, relax or falter
They fill their victim with frightening dread

Not a good place for the timid to live
The jungle is full of trepidation
The way to get out is full of its own
Obstacles and lurid temptation

See them all gather round the horde they do clamor
Waiting their chance to close in
Wanting first blood, tasting the fruits of the victor
They celebrate the success of their sin

They climb into their limos dark suits for all
Adjust their ties and open a drink
They've just taken another, poor widow to task
She's never had a moment to think

No, the concrete jungle is not for the mild
The timid, or the weak at heart
It's full of attackers, self-righteous and angry
All waiting and ready to tear you apart.

The jungle noises roll through the air every night
Screams of terror, shouts of anger and hate
The jungle forgives not a single partaker
Of its riches, it's lure, it's bait

If you roll with the jungle be ready for danger
For many have never returned
Get out while you can for soon you are under
It's spell, and you are sure to be burned

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