the squirrel who then dropped a bomb.

The day that I fled because I was scared
as all fuck of the people around me
with their belches and below-the-belt horrors
sorry ass pimps of quagmire hush sums,
and then along came a little squirrel 
with her nuts in a sack and an EXIT
door. She strutted over all the hierarchies
of genera, class, and species, to drop one
at a time, a nut at a large loud bell
with a huge gaping wound and a belly 
button-for-a-Timber. A boom pop crack
That's that said the squirrel who then dropped a bomb.

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