Through Jungle and Fern

Through jungle and fern

I prattle my jeep

its tires flat with envy

send me a burger,

I cry to the heavens,

but not burger

is forthcoming.

Give me not this rackety frontier,

but take from me my mortal raccoon.

His name is Kevin

and he is fuzzy

and he stood for all that was good in the world

before the jungle.

Before the empire.