Barely Poetry

Because I'm a Bear In a Person Suit
by GC

I'm procribed from shitting the woods
which is something that the Pope can do
but not proper for a well mannered bear

I'm not allowed to slurp away at the honey
or tear into raw fish flesh or blood red meat
Must I use Emily Post manners and dab with a linen napkin

I cannot burp or fart at will
I must lock me in with porclean fixtures
and wipe, and flush, and wash my paws

And when it comes to women folk
well, rutting, simply is not done
so I don't know how I'll get me some

I don't know about this proper life
why I must have sissy citified manners
'cause person suit ot not I'm still a bear