Thank You…
…You motherfucking raccoon
Not for breaking into the kitchen
Through screened open window
Not for spilling cooking oil
All across the laminate
Not for trying to stare me down
When I commanded you to leave
Not for laying on the porch railing
Looking back all smug
But for this rage
Rising in my chest
If I can feel this for you
I know I can feel
White hot poker passion
Once again
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YESSSS!
Hilarious. So real.