And six blind men
Stood around me in vain,
Inadeptly guessing
At what I might be,
I'd put them out of their misery,
And trample anything else
That stood between me and my jungle.
For I am not worried in the least
About what I am.
If anyone can define me
With even a name,
Like pachyderm,
I'd be surprised.
For mostly, I'm just hungry.
-jenn
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