Life is like a zebra

-An ode to an old friend who, to this day threatens to come and paint my zebra albino.


And so it goes, no two the same

We trek across the undulating plain,

The fatty flanks, the quarters tough and lean,

The days, the months, the years

We watch them pass,

Not knowing if there are more black stripes or white,

Until we reach the end

And get to bite it in the ass!

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