Give me a turbo shot of smooth,
something sexy, silken ebony,
warm drops of schizo espresso
just like it's served out of an
Edward Hopper painting;
lonely and stagnant like
the rotting fur of a raccoon
as its family mourns at the curb
of the road.
To us humans it is nothing
more then a rubbish binging creature
of the night,
but to its raccoon brethren,
it was something of a hero
and a teacher that is now a
fallen soldier.
Never forget the wounded
in the genocide that
is dyeing in America's streets.
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