But what does that mean? I am the raccoon Oblivious I’ve been
I once was a monkey To make laugh was to live I still am a monkey much joy I still give
The monkey inside me Might act as a cloak Was the monkey inside me Joker or Joke
The monkey, the mask I thought it not me The monkey, the mask I did not yet see That the monkey, the mask Is a part of me
I am the raccoon In case someone asks I am the raccoon Master of masks
A fox I once felt me and foxy I was A hunter I felt me slick tongue and sharp jaws
The fox he was smart And good at love’s game But the fox he knew Quick love ain’t the same
The fox, the mask Charming and sly The fox, the mask Was wondering why Why the fox, the mask So hard he did try
I am the raccoon Though cute my appeal I am the raccoon Your heart I will steal
The lion I’ve played When time came to lead The lion I’ve played By word and by deed
When I was the lion The orders I gave When I was the lion Like a king I’d behave
The lion, the mask With a queen by my side The lion, the mask At the head of the pride Felt the lion, the mask Was not my true hide
I am the raccoon I finally see I am the raccoon The masks they are me Yet behind all these masks Hides my curious mind A little raccoon Caring and kind When he scavenges life Happiness he does find He shares it with all And leaves no-one behind 🦝🐵🦊🦁🐘🐅🦓
The Raccoon is my spirit animal And an artistic lense through which I view myself This poem is my artist manifesto It grows as I obtain new masks And learn to put those to good use