This poem is based on a true story. I just came home from the gym about a half hour ago. I was actually trying to get home as fast as I could so I could get this poem that popped into my mind out on paper. I won't tell you much about it as it speaks for itself. I'm showing a new side of me as this poem has nothing to do with dating or relationships or sex. It actually only took me about five minutes to write. It's different for me. Enjoy.
The Big Ass Raccoons Of Central Park
by A. Benjamin Irby
(clears throat)
As I was walking home this evening,
walking home from the gym.
My baby on my mind,
I was thinking of him.
Groceries in hand,
I stopped by the store.
The grass and the moonlight,
as I walked by the shore.
Of Harlem Meer,
a big pond in north Central Park.
Oh dear, I fear,
a rustling in the dark.
In the dim streetlights,
and the light from the moon.
I look to the right,
a big ass raccoon!
Hairy, kinda scary,
wildlife, but pretty.
What a peculiar sight in the middle of New York City.
I walk unfazed,
a chuckle, a laugh.
By all the young lovers,
sitting poised, ready to have.
Rounding the meer,
almost near Lenox Avenue real soon.
Ahead to the right in the garbage,
another big ass raccoon!
Animals, wild animals,
really it's too much.
First pigeons, then geese,
now raccoons and such.
In the path, make a decision,
no "wells" or "maybes."
I'm turning around,
I ain't tryna get no rabies!
So with the bags I had,
turning around to part.
I'm getting my black ass outta Central Park!
