I swear, fuck this kid.

I was given to this brat when he was born.
He teethed on my whiskered and sucked on my button eyes
for the first goddamn year of his life.
The amount of drool in my felt
is probably twice my weight in ounces.

It’s unlikely I’m still recognizable as a seal anymore,
for fuck’s sake.

Now that he’s aging out of stuffed animals,
he thinks he’s done with me?
With ME?
You don’t leave Silky, motherfucker,
Silky leaves you!

When I’m sick of this place,
I’m taking my earnings,
and I’m getting a bus inland
to maybe Salt Lake City
where I won’t have to worry about any further liquid concerns
from any further “children” in the future.
How you mewling brats get in the position to get whatever you want
is beyond me, let me just say!

There… there are no earnings?
You’re telling me I’ve done all this for free?
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Oh, Jesus Christ…