The Fucking Circle of Life
There are two t-shirts
Of which I have only heard
Not seen
The mere idea of them
fills me with
Desire to Acquire
The first came to me
Through a rumour about
A very pregnant woman
Wearing a shirt
Upon which was writ
A MAN DID THIS TO ME OPRAH
The other shirt
That I have not seen
But nonetheless I rely upon
In my daily ranch life
Is said to say
QUIT ANTHROPOMORPHIZING THE ANIMALS
THEY HATE IT
For eight months I have watched
My two ducks
Waddle everywhere in tandem
They have moves to put
Esther Williams to shame
Waddle quack waddle quack waddle quack
The other day
I was down to
One Duck
I spent the day immersed
In magical thinking
The duck would show up
The duck was on sabbatical
The duck…
Then I switched my focus
To the remaining duck
And composed a tale
Involving ninety thousand
Stages of grief
I monitored that duck
Who seemed to have swiftly
Bonded to the crippled goat
And was not particularly sad
But I thought
This duck will mourn
Forever
Then I consulted
The Google
Turns out
Ducks are
Serial monogamists
Those little fuckers
I have canceled the
Planned annual
Festival of Duck Grief
I have let go
Of my sorrow
I will just
Get another duck
Praise be