A squirrel's shadow s c a m p e r s
Oblique in the morning light
Puffy tail held high, heedless
Of the grey mound of fur
Chattering its annoyance
To all of the world
That won't get out of its way.
This blog fazes fascists
Outlast Diss
I'm still here;
You're all gone.
Long forgotten
And dispelled.
Except as a worthless
Object of disgust.
To be rarely recalled
Upon a rictus of hatred
And then dismissed;
Banished to the depths.
The mire of unconscious
Where all the unwanted
Unpleasantness dwells.
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