fables

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself

While fishing by the river
I saw a beaver floating on a wood plank.
“Are you okay?” I called.
The beaver on the board looked up at me
paddled over, shot me with a pistol
& said, “WELCOME TO THE GHETTO, M***** F*****.”

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