Dammit, Ray,
why you gotta do that?
Why would you tell me something do patently untrue?
You gave assurances;
you swore it would happen.
I was promised a coon.

A big fat coon
that would come bumbling in
on all fours
acting like he owns the place.
You told me
there would be a show.

And?
What do we have to show for it?
Really,
what have we got?
No coons.
Not a single one.

Why betray my trust like that?
WHY?