a bear broke into my place today
can you believe this shit? me neither, but anyway
i'm sitting on my couch with a bowl of oatmeal
next to vitamins, fish oil, and a caffeine pill

the bear looked different than i thought it would look
crap chunks in its hair right out of a coloring book
smelling like the hairy greek child molester doing squats at the gym
i knew that he smelled me, and he knew i smelled him

the rest of the story can't be told without making me look good
and i know i'm already in that regard misunderstood
i'm still hurting, hours later, from what i've done
and the bear, well, he is a she, she, my sweet cinnamon bun