You've Got Problems, Dude

Oh, wow. I cannot help but stare at you.
You're like an animal caught in a cage,
A-growling with a fearsome, fearful might,
As if you wish to wage a war or two.
But lion, are you sure you want to fight?
I have a trick-- a few-- hidden away,
And I'm not scared to wait a day to win.
In fact, I might just look at you, just grin,
And beat you down, without a mercy blow.

I'm sorry, lion; that was out of place.
I didn't mean to lash my tongue at you.
I'm really not a bad guy-- it's the wine,
Or maybe it's the fear that's on my back,
Expelling me from my divine confine.