an obituary for a dead skunk

i didn't know you well skunk. in fact, i didn't know you at all. by the time i was introduced to you, you were already dead. your body was laying there completely still on the side of a road not far from where i live. i was just taking a stroll when i came across you. three kids on scooters stood there over your body. i'm guessing they didn't know you before your unfortunate demise either.

i feel bad for you skunk. i don't know anything about you specifically. what i do know is that most people hated you. well, not you personally... but hated your kind. you're kinda seen as a nuisance. i guess it has something to do with your smelly defense system. but hey, you're just a small beast in a big jungle, what do people expect from you? you gotta get by somehow. but there you were.... as good as gone and i'm sure in most people's minds it's all for the better.

imagine that... your death being seen as an improvement on things. that's gotta be a fucking bummer. you were just a skunk doing skunk things. i'm sure you probably had a mrs. skunk at home and a few adorable skunk juniors running around. i hope they get by without you. i hope their hearts don't turn cold. i hope they're strong enough to cope with an environment where they're seen as troublesome and better off dead.

anyways, i'm sure your memory will live on. i know for me personally, i'll give you a thought every so often when i find myself crossing a street when i see a skunk. there's a lot of them walking around this area. i already didn't wanna cross their paths before i knew of your untimely demise. now i can just imagine. the streets might begin to flow with the distinct odor of skunk vengeance. and i suppose we'd have it coming. your kind didn't want this war with us. but i'm sure you'll all be goddamned if we think you're just gonna let us slide.