by C. Francis Judge. Dedicated to those who are commenting on surliness on E2
fuzzy pink teddy bears walking down the road
not a fuzzy itty bitty worry in their minds
they bounce in their carefree way
until a large black caddy whizzes by in a stream of lead
their AK 47's are poised and the fuzzy pink teddy bears
shit in their pants... uh, sorry... disregard that.
again the fuzzy pink teddy bears walk down the street
by accident the fuzzy pink teddy bears turn into a dark alley
they bounce past a homeless man
who nicely asks them for a dollar
the fuzzy pink teddy bears ignore him
until he shoves the barrel of a cocked 10 gauge shotgun
down their throats and blasts their brains
onto the red brick wall... oops... nevermind.
the fuzzy pink teddy bears went to work
at the "Happy (notice the happy theme) Cat Canning Co."
the fuzzy pink teddy bears worked the canner until today
when they were promoted to: removal team
their first job wast to remove a shark fin from the shredder
happily (there it is again) they did
until the foreman drops his fat and cholesterol filled grinder
on the starter
the fuzzy pink teddy bears were
torn, ripped, ground, shredded, smashed, diced, sliced, cubed and pureed
into 2 oz. cans of "Happy Cat Can Food"