Day Ninety-Six

Strolling through the local park
At dusk as it was getting dark
I heard a gentle sobbing sound
Emerging from the sodden ground.

I walked with caution to the hole
In fear it was a giant mole
I peered into the muddy pit
To see a figure, dimly lit.

‘Are you okay’ I asked politely
‘Okay? Does that look fucking likely?’
Despite the man’s uncouth retort
I pulled him out without a thought.

The man was clothed in just a beard
‘Wait here’ he said, and disappeared.
He came back with some ketamine
Said ‘cheerio’ and jumped back in.


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