Rabbit Dose
poem
by Donkey Foramen
Sitting and thinking about the small rabbit which was running in front
of my rifle depressed me really hard and I felt as if I was going to
get a nervous breakdown.
That small rabbit was blue, isn't it strange?
Yes it's strange, who gives a fuck about it anyway.
I came to a man who was sitting near a distant table.
I forgot to tell you that I was visiting a small hotel, it can be
hardly called hotel for it was made of wood which became rotten a lot of years ago.
The man sitting there was no other than Sedative Valiatus. He was well known for his deeds in the north where he managed to slay 3
green donkeys.
When I came near Valiatus he looked at me, took his rifle and shot the
small green rabbit.
I need to have more of this stuff.
The dose went inside and now everything is all right.
Then I woke up and realized I'm just a nut case!!
What the hell am I dreaming about?
And why everything is green?
Did you ever heard about a man that killed green donkeys?
Did you ever heard of a green donkey anyway?
Hello!!!
Is somebody out there?
Outside of this box that is closed?
Hello?!
Rabbit Dose © COPYRIGHT 2006 Donkey Foramen. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 05/31/06
