Intern Timmy’s Poems – Binturongs

by Timmy the Intern
Binturongs

Small and furry, pinch with tongs
and pick up tiny binturongs
they’re stretched bears
whiskers, threadbare dark hairs
and I bet they’re into bongs.

“Here I lay, upon this log,”
said the dog-like Binturong
“lazily taking draws on joints
and discussing the news’ points
waiting for the toking frog.”

“and all my other smoking friends
we’ll put the world right in the end.”
and always believing in their power
as time waves on, minute and hour
The future, on them, depends.

Small and furry, pinch with tongs
and pick up tiny binturongs
philosophers and sages be
so smart as they just lay in trees
because they’re binturongs into bongs.

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