Raccoon Flying in my Face

Yesterday I was on a dandy early mornin' run with my friend Rose, and we approached a rotting raccoon carcass. "Gross out!" I said, "Gag me with a spoon! A rotting raccoon carcass swarming with maggots!"

The nice drivers swerved left to avoid the dead animal and two runners. But then, a jackass in a truck was either drunk or just a huge jackass. "THUMP!" went the carcass as it got run over. A huge truck hurtling toward us, Rose and I leapt off the side of the rode, across a stream, and onto a hill as we were showered with fur, bacteria, carcass bits, and vile stench.

What are the chances that I caught some raccoon disease?

Shizberry

Allie and Jenny, two mischievous Oberlinians whom I miss kind of, started writing a musical with me last April. Cuz that's what we do on weekends.

It was originally supposed to be about the joys and perils of shizberry addiction. Shizberries are a highly addictive, highly electrically-charged maroon and navy fruit. They're not real. But as time progressed, Allie and Jenny turned their focus to a makeshift plotline about the "Bad Decision Café," a place we've all been known to frequent.

This left me with the incomplete overture to our shizberry musical. This piece was going to be played before the shizberry factory burns down, killing thousands of workers, in the style of the Triangle Factory.

So here you have it, the musical number I composed in Reason 3.0 (under the monkier of Crab Coma as I do with most things), titled "Shizberry" because there's no other real suitable name. Enjoy?