SCIURUS CHENEIUS
You vile demon most horrid of all beings and gray
skinned. Fang toothed to cut deeply into the flesh
of those you torment though they cover themselves
with thick hide. With each sin you show no
remorse and spontaneously regenerate from the
loathsome domain of rotting infested matter and
the debris you have collected and call home.
You vilified creature without soul, beady black
eyed you decimate any attachment to my existence
and align your hellish minions––no doubt the
offspring of incest––a strategy supposed by you for
all time security.
Your witless search for booty for the off season
spreads buried on my owned landscape which you
trespass as a repository. Your gains I do not
cherish. You, horror of horrors, plotting to find the
many lost or rotting corpse you seek by stench.
Your nose is sensitive and easily damaged. This
endless forage is your security, yea, your joy.
Yet you are to be trapped and I will lead the way,
ensnaring you, mindless beast, in a cold steel mesh.
At very least I have forgiveness and will merely
relocate you to a wilderness where I casually foresee
your demise, perhaps in a natural not new world,
and there are predatory denizens there. I will
calmly watch your attempted escapes back and
forth across a heavily traveled thoroughfare for you
to find a modest end as carrion for scavengers––that
is my joy.
No longer shall you depreciate my property or of
others by gnawing, gnawing, or steal from the
beautiful things of my life that take flight in multiple
colors. You will not be permitted to find hope for
a noble end as the short circuit of some anonymous
electrical apparatus. I despise you, squirrel.
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