Why You And I Are Not The Same Bear

Sometimes you tell me to go outside,
"Get some fresh air."
That's alright.
Sometimes you might tell me to go hang
Out with my friends,
"Experience life."
And that's fine, too.
But all I really want to do is bleed
Profusely from my ears and roll around,
Screaming,
On a supermarket floor.
When paramedics arrive, I'll get up,
Greet them,
And brush myself off while walking
Away and drinking something pseudo-classy
Like a "frappachino."
That's life.