Cold Chinese Food at 2:00 AM

No one knows it but me:
There's a bear in Riverside Park.
He's the only one on the isle of Manhattan.
As a result he's lonely
and fills the void by eating from trash cans
even when he's not hungry.
Sushi is his favorite.

It's almost as sad
as women who buy themselves flowers.
And if I'd married that girl
like she thought I should've
and I think I should've
I wouldn't be wasting
our time
with this.

That bear.
He's not real, you know.
No one hibernates
for that long
and gets away with it.

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