The Tortoise and the Crab: Part 2
Mr. Crab went back home to where the hare and him lived together
He opened the front door
There was Mr. Hare getting drunk
And fattened up
On his couch
Because of eating
Way too much damn good
Pizza
“Hi, hare. I’m home, you know?”
“Hi, crab-“
The hare let out a burp so loud
That earthquake magnitude
Was present
In the small,
Stone house
Mr. Crab held onto the walls
Behind him
For his dear life,
Not wanting to fall
And die
From this powerful earthquake
Happening all around him
“Excuse me, crab.”
“Don’t worry, hare. The damage is already done.”
Mr. Hare had some dirty, red tomato sauce
From the pizza
In front of him
Dripping down his lips,
Onto his neck and chest
He took an open, cold beer
Off the table
In front of him
“So, did you win the race?”
“No. That fucking tortoise, I tell you.”
“Eh. It’s ok.”
Hare took a large chug
From the fully filled-up
Beer bottle
It totally disappeared
In less than an instant
“Come here and drink with me, Crab.”
“Ok, Mister Hare.”
The stone house was littered with garbage
And rancid smells
All around
The house was so small,
Both crab and hare could barely fit
Into it
At the same time
“Remember when I lost that race, crab?”
“I ended up losing all my money as well.”
“And then losing my dignity.”
“And then my pride.”
“Ya, I remember, unfortunately, Mister Hare.”
Mister Crab took a sip out of his beer bottle,
The cap thrown in front of him on the rancid floor
With little care for picking it up
Later
He was a sipper, while Mr. Hare
Was a chugger
Of fresh, cold
Beer
Mr. Hare took his beer bottle cap
Off his lap
In front of him
And ate it,
Chewing with his enormous
Buck teeth
And digesting
Quickly
“You know, crab, there was a time when I wasn’t like this, buddy.”
“Ya, I know, Mister Hare, sir.”
The crab thought of the hare
As his mentor,
In a way
Someone who could teach him
Everything from life to racing
They sat there,
Disgusting
And longing for the past
Longing for their past
So that
They could be
Healthy again
And re-live the past
All over