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"Weaselism"- Disney weaselsPoem inspired by art
Well, you can't trust them very much, and that's a simple fact.
To paraphrase what's said to Mole, by a certain fellow named Rat.
For they steal what's precious to you- lock your windows and doors!
Beware their serpentine bodies, sneaking across the moors.
Wanted for their greedy gleam, wanted for their slink-
The wrong side of the tracks is where they live, raising up a stink!
They're demons in caps and sweaters, hellbound in a basket.
They'll bring you with them if they can- there's no way they can mask it!
Their eyes flash bright at the sight of hunny, women, and of gold-
Their jealousy has made them covet- an envy centuries old!
And now they've spread their germ into the US of A,
Where they'll get their paws into butter, eat a Rabbit on the way...
They form a mob, the Mafia of toons! Brass knuckles and blackjacks galore.
The city at night is never safe, with their plans they have in store.
They must be destroyed! Th
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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