The Bear - et SMUKT digt

Jeg sværger, jeg har ikke lavet det her digt. Fuck det er godt.

It's twilight!
And I look out across the fucking meadow
There's a bear
Something's up with his face
There's something's familiar about his face
I swear I've seen this face before
This morning
In my mirror
That's my face
That bear. Has my face.