in the end there is rib without skin
the jackal are in my yard again
cock out
ass up
hovering over any hole
pots and pans won’t chase them off
I am going to have to eradicate the scrawny bastards
sharpen the spear
poison the peanut butter
heading out to the field wearing only a leather strap
and fur
can you imagine the look on my face
I can imagine the sheer hilarity
if
not
the brief utter fear of certainty and conflict
upon your snout
are you kidding me? one may ask
I might be
but
pondering such is blunder-
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