At most, I'm some sort of panda, but most of the time, I'm a toad, when I get arrogant, I become a cock, if I get delusional, I become a snake, willing to try anything, but in comparison to the world, the vast oceans, the boisterous jungles, it’s my nature, to be some sort of prey animal, I get eaten each time, in all sorts of lives, a bluebird before a panther, the best way I know how to survive, is to lay down, with grace, I can get by unnoticed, a squirrel sneaking through, an invertebrate pretending to be a girl, I want to eat too, but I’m low priority, at the back of the line, the bottom, of the ecosystem’s hierarchy, death still finds me, heart attack, maybe peace…

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