It first happened in the dead of night
I was slicing bread for a guilty snack
My attention was caught by a light so bright
From a raccoon hiding barely in sight
A glimmer of hope had appeared in my life
As I found myself reaching for a knife
The bread, a limitless snack to attend
The raccoon, my one and only real friend
That was the first time I ever noticed
My very own strange tendencies
I gave the raccoon a piece of my bread
My subconscious aware of its abilities
Well aware that a raccoon that has been fed
Will always come back to see more of the red
And well aware that this would all lead
To an overwhelming feeling of greed
Light shines in the eyes of my new friend
From the happiness that I succeed to send
While I slice the warm and freshly baked bread
The raccoon is excitedly being overfed
The raccoon has taken a following to me
We have grown a bit too fond of each other
The raccoon becomes hungry more frequently
Now the knife sticks to me like a brother
Every time I slice my bread in the den
The raccoon immediately shows its excitement
There is a rush of color while I count to ten
And I finally get to feed myself again
– poem inspired by DDLC.
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