Oh, Ms. Porcupine,

How your sharp quills really hurt me;

I long to pet you.

My heart cries and longs.

You run far in fear of me;

Oh, Ms. Porcupine.

My hands bleed for you;

What the actual heckie.

Oh, Ms. Porcupine…

Oh, stupid human,

My quills are made to protect.

Please do not pet me.

I’ve hidden in fear;

You chase, torment, and torture.

Leave, stupid human.

You truly are stupid.

You stabbed your own hand, for what?

You have many issues.