the death of FORTUNE bear
Born into riches
But raised out of rags
Because his once a millionaire father
Invested in faulty carpet bags
The company fell apart
And so did their lives
Good-bye mansions, hello dumpsters
And the most miserable of strife
But this bear had aspirations
Or an obsession more like
To gain it all back
And get an expensive dirt bike
Constantly squinting, he searched
And lunged for dropped money
While all the other bears
Found it quite funny
One day—a sign from Heaven—
“Fortune Just Ahead”
It wasn’t fortune, but Fort Une
And the militant bears shot him dead
