You’re far too much a pussy,
and it’s the cold hard truth.
You must acknowledge that
you own an asshole,
and the distance between them
is greater than a chipmunk.

Your spirit animal is no rodent.
It is rabies.
Hard to swallow gentle water,
with your peaceful hands
punching my throat.

My bad for not being it,
once in awhile,
woodland creature.

You innocent soul.

I hope this helps you
to forgive me.