Outside the truck approaches
The special truck sent post Christmas
The Christmas trees are out on the curb
BUT NOT MINE MOTHERFUCKER
Mine still smells like pine and
Beowulf died last night
He was also a cat, not mine
Choosing to die on inauguration day
I DON'T BLAME YOU BEO
Everything beautiful is on the curb
They are closing Macy's which is fine
But what about the Wanamaker organ
I am so far away and can't hear it play
OH GOD AND THE FIRES THEY ARE
Still burning yes, yes, my Fraser fir
Is a fire hazard but I can't bear the loss
Not until the sun decides to wake me
Before the smartphone catches on that
It's tomorrow.
So long Beo :'(
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