{"sf1_id":569129,"sf2_id":"ve38rGAm","title":"Melting To Forget","author":"Furry Human","words":408,"posted_at":"2013-07-28T04:56:00.000Z","tags":["M/F","Poetry","Suggestions of Yiff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/569129-melting-to-forget","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve38rGAm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/97/d6/97d65b9e-edf5-4868-a88c-7ec93adab13a","description":"I do not own the rights to The Raccoons, or to the photo. I haven't written anything in a while; it gives me great cheer to place something here. May all be blessed today.","content":"I need my baby tonight,\n\nI need to scream tonight,\n\nPure delight,\n\nYeah, that's right.\n\nLisa Raccoon,\n\ndippin' back to the 80s and all,\n\ngetting lost in the cool, tranquil shade of Evergreen Forest,\n\nour plush, tender hearts melting together\n\nto something more modern,\n\nlike Kurt Cobain, or Pearl Jam,\n\nwhile the sweet birdies, and frail winds tease our backs.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI need you tonight, my love,\n\nfor while God fails above\n\nto give to me altruistic love,\n\nI know I could be welcome in your arms,\n\nin your silky, moist glove,\n\nwhere you, O perfect child of the future Paradise,\n\ncan free my soul, and child, tonight,\n\nand forever.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd, yeah, I feel the beckoning of righteousness calling me back,\n\nlike a nagging good Pied Piper wanting me to cut that electric cord between\n\nmy beautiful imagination of a mind, and my tender thread of a life.\n\nBut I have a choice, and that choice,\n\nthat choice _is to rebel_ against the fraudulent Illuminati,\n\nfor I do have a lot of shit-grinning courage,\n\nand while I can't dance,\n\nI don't give a shit,\n\nLisa Raccoon, my almost thirty-year old Catfish sweetheart,\n\nyes, I have seen your image on the TV screen,\n\nand, yes,\n\nwhile the Bible says it is wrong to worship a false image,\n\nis not the Cross which can be manipulated into a Nazi sign,\n\n(Oh Yeah),\n\nthen I don't give a damn about eternal damnation any longer,\n\nmy sweetheart,\n\nLisa Raccoon.\n\nBut,\n\nit's not just you,\n\nLisa Raccoon.\n\nIt's all the furs I've come to love in my own tragic life,\n\nthis short Hamlet-style play,\n\nwhere far too often, the most excellent decisions, and their consequences, are temporal, and less 'fatal',\n\nwhereas the more sorrowful create barbed wire bracelets around our hearts, and bleed us of our sanity, and even worse, our freedom to love the way we wish without freedom.\n\nThe truth is, though,\n\nLisa Raccoon,\n\nand to all my lovers in Care A Lot,\n\nand for every fur friend in my head who I have made through the years,\n\nthe 'gangsters of reality'\n\nwill not yet keep me today,\n\nnor tomorrow,\n\nfrom believing in an 'obscene fantasy'\n\nthat may, one day,\n\nbecome a 'fantastic reality'.\n\nFor now,\n\nLisa Raccoon,\n\nO perfect maiden,\n\ncombine yourself with me tonight under a sweet surrendering golden moon,\n\nand swoon with me,\n\nand let us forget of the tragedy\n\nwhich has forsaken the rest of the world\n\ntonight.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}