Eleven Baby Raccoons

Christ, I'm hungry,

what, with all this dread

in the form of remembrance

and the televised media.

The shops are closed

and all I can see

is my wife's eleven

baby racoons.

Well, what have they

or I ever done

for this world?

A grand sum of nothing,

well...sod it...

no baby racoons

sounds better

than a starving

artist.

The End

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