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
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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
