Of Mr. Bunny and I
1.
There are too many rabbits everywhere.
Cartoon bunnies, Mr. Bunny, real bunnies, bunnies made up of cabbages and wax, they're everywhere.
Seriously… you're all annoying.
Please go away.
2.
All I see is rabbits. All she sees are carrots. All he sees are wolves.
We complement each other.
The bunnies murder the carrots. The wolves murder the bunnies. We murder the wolves. The carrots murder us. The bunnies murder the carrots. The wolves murder bunnies. We murder wolves. The carrots murder us. Bunnies murder carrots. Through death, one lives, through life, one dies.
It's the cycle of life.
3.
I saw a bunny get run over. It got up and walked over to an apple.
It ate it.
It winked at me.
Stop playing at life, Mr. Bunny.
4.
Dancing on heads, dancing on desks. On rooftops and the sky. Hot air balloons and planes.
He's still unable to fly.
Why dance so much?
Mr. Bunny, just get down.
Don't you get tired of showing off? Just because you can walk on your hind legs…
The wolves will eat show offs.
5.
When I first saw him, he was alone.
Not for long he was.
He brought his mother, father, sister, brother, drunken uncle, gassy aunt, third cousin, cousin of cousin, daughters of nieces.
More are coming!
God… You're all so loud!
I'm not letting anymore of you in.
Have your family reunion somewhere else.
Yes you heard me.
OUT!
GET OUT!
Those bunny eyes don't work on me.
OUT!
6.
Mr. Bunny hurled his teeth at me.
I thought it would hurt more really.
I certainly hurt him a lot.
I shoved his teeth down his throat.
That's why Mr. Bunny has too much teeth.
7.
Mr. Bunny hates me.
I hate Mr. Bunny.
Why doesn't he leave me?
Everyone needs a house don't they?
Go back to your own Mr. Bunny.
8.
Mr. Bunny got tired of playing house with a friend.
A game to some, a life to him: a life where the game play fosters insanity.
Dad, Mum, 2.5 Children.
Day in, day out.
Dad, Mum, Son, Daughter, Baby.
Day In, Day Out.
Dad, Mum, Son, Daughter, Baby.
Sun up, Moon Up.
Bring food home. Bring the money home. Face discontent. Face disassociation. Face Dissent. Face Death.
Sun up. Moon Up.
See the wife in discontent. See the son all depressed. See the daughter in dissent. See the Baby play at death. See yourself disassociated.
Day in.
Day out.
Sun up.
Sun down.
Rinse and repeat for the rest of your life.
Mr. Bunny left when the sun went up.
I tell him to go back.
Mr. Bunny tells me to **** off.
9.
Mr. Bunny hurls his teeth at me.
He's drunk again.
What happened to you Mr. Bunny?
Do you want your life back? Do you want your baby back, your wife back, your son back, your daughter back? Do you want your life of 2.5 back?
You threw it away. Can you pick up the pieces?
Your memories of your baby and your wife, your daughter and your son have been blurred by distance.
Do you remember when you were drunk? Do you remember when the baby fought death, yet your wife cheered death on? Why cheer Death, didn't she love the baby? Do you remember that you shook her for her cheers but punched her as she laughed? Do you remember your daughter stabbed you while your son laughed? Why did he laugh? Why did she cry? Should it be the other way around?
Remember the baby can't play life. Remember your wife will be in discontent. Remember your son is still depressed and your daughter, disassociated.
Do you still want it? A 2.5 of 2s?
Mr. Bunny, it's your life.
10.
I can't see the rabbits anymore.
They don't come at me. They don't wink.
What happened to you Mr. Bunny? Did you get back your life of 2s or did you lose all your cards? Where are you Mr. Bunny?
What do I care? More food for me.
There are too many rabbits everywhere.
Cartoon bunnies, Mr. Bunny, real bunnies, bunnies made up of cabbages and wax, they're everywhere.
Seriously… you're all annoying.
Please go away.
2.
All I see is rabbits. All she sees are carrots. All he sees are wolves.
We complement each other.
The bunnies murder the carrots. The wolves murder the bunnies. We murder the wolves. The carrots murder us. The bunnies murder the carrots. The wolves murder bunnies. We murder wolves. The carrots murder us. Bunnies murder carrots. Through death, one lives, through life, one dies.
It's the cycle of life.
3.
I saw a bunny get run over. It got up and walked over to an apple.
It ate it.
It winked at me.
Stop playing at life, Mr. Bunny.
4.
Dancing on heads, dancing on desks. On rooftops and the sky. Hot air balloons and planes.
He's still unable to fly.
Why dance so much?
Mr. Bunny, just get down.
Don't you get tired of showing off? Just because you can walk on your hind legs…
The wolves will eat show offs.
5.
When I first saw him, he was alone.
Not for long he was.
He brought his mother, father, sister, brother, drunken uncle, gassy aunt, third cousin, cousin of cousin, daughters of nieces.
More are coming!
God… You're all so loud!
I'm not letting anymore of you in.
Have your family reunion somewhere else.
Yes you heard me.
OUT!
GET OUT!
Those bunny eyes don't work on me.
OUT!
6.
Mr. Bunny hurled his teeth at me.
I thought it would hurt more really.
I certainly hurt him a lot.
I shoved his teeth down his throat.
That's why Mr. Bunny has too much teeth.
7.
Mr. Bunny hates me.
I hate Mr. Bunny.
Why doesn't he leave me?
Everyone needs a house don't they?
Go back to your own Mr. Bunny.
8.
Mr. Bunny got tired of playing house with a friend.
A game to some, a life to him: a life where the game play fosters insanity.
Dad, Mum, 2.5 Children.
Day in, day out.
Dad, Mum, Son, Daughter, Baby.
Day In, Day Out.
Dad, Mum, Son, Daughter, Baby.
Sun up, Moon Up.
Bring food home. Bring the money home. Face discontent. Face disassociation. Face Dissent. Face Death.
Sun up. Moon Up.
See the wife in discontent. See the son all depressed. See the daughter in dissent. See the Baby play at death. See yourself disassociated.
Day in.
Day out.
Sun up.
Sun down.
Rinse and repeat for the rest of your life.
Mr. Bunny left when the sun went up.
I tell him to go back.
Mr. Bunny tells me to **** off.
9.
Mr. Bunny hurls his teeth at me.
He's drunk again.
What happened to you Mr. Bunny?
Do you want your life back? Do you want your baby back, your wife back, your son back, your daughter back? Do you want your life of 2.5 back?
You threw it away. Can you pick up the pieces?
Your memories of your baby and your wife, your daughter and your son have been blurred by distance.
Do you remember when you were drunk? Do you remember when the baby fought death, yet your wife cheered death on? Why cheer Death, didn't she love the baby? Do you remember that you shook her for her cheers but punched her as she laughed? Do you remember your daughter stabbed you while your son laughed? Why did he laugh? Why did she cry? Should it be the other way around?
Remember the baby can't play life. Remember your wife will be in discontent. Remember your son is still depressed and your daughter, disassociated.
Do you still want it? A 2.5 of 2s?
Mr. Bunny, it's your life.
10.
I can't see the rabbits anymore.
They don't come at me. They don't wink.
What happened to you Mr. Bunny? Did you get back your life of 2s or did you lose all your cards? Where are you Mr. Bunny?
What do I care? More food for me.