11/23/11

evening at the otter den friend & the ice is creepin in again

props to sirius b. for holdin down my place in line
its time to realign me now & set the world aside. & create some pieces of mind
i find that i sleep in the nude, out of habit, like a monk
& them funkin hunter monkeys are usin up my woods. for the next month
& so this father otter, this beast, goes nowhere this time o year
without his orange hat on, & its not just for the broncos that he holds so dear
but also a good healthy fear. yes i am afraid of the drunken huntin monkeys


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