Beautiful Bear
The bear that ate our lunch was cute.
You’ve got to admit.
I can’t refute
that I saw its shit
in the woods near where we put our tent.
My friend warned me we should probably go.
We probably should have went
and not slept out there in the snow.
Along the bear come and tried to maul
my friend and me as we slept.
I didn’t even think to call
the Wildlife Service as I crept
away as the bear mauled my friend
who yelled and screamed and squealed and died.
I knew he’d meet a gruesome end.
And that it was my fault so I lied
about what happened to my buddy.
I’m not sure our friends believe.
My reputation’s really muddy
even if they don’t retrieve
our friend’s remains inside the bear.
They will soon know the bear ate him.
For now I feel my hair
standing on end because my future’s dim.
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