| The Beep Seal |
| The beep seal I saw once as a child So life like it almost made me cry It stared with its eye glass and one glue bubble Caught on its whiskers Its mouth was closed So as not to insult the observer Its canine teeth were red plastic N' its molars were stained green by straw Excluding it from the carnivoris and Putting it in the vegetarian bracket All of this I viewed from the mistake in The side of the jaw By pressing my cheek up close To the glass on the other side Of the red felt roped off area This side of the jaw was obviously not intended For public observation Or was the ripped stitch flipper That was carelessly tucked under in a futile Attempt to hide the careless workmanship Which only added to the agony I felt For the display that lived once again Hurriedly put together.... There was a small crack in the glass that Emitted the odor of string footballs And formaldyhyde And saltwater The mites balanced on the tiny feather collars The red tinfoil hummingbird bones-- Siper neglected but one flower on the bush This odor faded quickly with a feeling of torn Muscle n' a burning in my armpit as I was yanked By a hard hand and told tears streaming down my face magnifying my tiny shoes into shiny leather monsters That I was only to view Life on the other side of the red felt Roped off Designated area |
