The Vicious Virtue

If thirty three kilometers squared
Is roamed and controlled by a lion's roar
The king owes it not to cat skills
But the vicious virture called jealousy

If the alfa wolf control's the park's hunting time,
If the shark does not feel its weight,
If the puff udder attacks paradoxically,
The tribute goes to vicious virtues

Not in our hands, not in our heads, not in our guts
The vicious virtue currency resides in our hearts
The sole owner, of interests