There are flies on your eyeballs
You're no longer there
And they dance in the strands of your wavering hair
Mr. Raccoon, you've a faraway stare
Your countenance tells
You're finally at peace
Now a home for the others
The flies and the fleas
A small leak from inside
And the forest throng listens
The smile grows wide
Your ventral fur glistens
To beetle and mite
A bountiful feast
A sickening sight
As you bow to the East
**** to the sunset
You've no need for art
Now you dance the minuet
In the forever heart
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
There are flies on your eyeballs
You're no longer there
And they dance in the strands of your wavering hair
Mr. Raccoon, you've a faraway stare
Your countenance tells
You're finally at peace
Now a home for the others
The flies and the fleas
A small leak from inside
And the forest throng listens
The smile grows wide
Your ventral fur glistens
To beetle and mite
A bountiful feast
A sickening sight
As you bow to the East
**** to the sunset
You've no need for art
Now you dance the minuet
In the forever heart
