Make It Big, Wham! (The path to success is littered)

with

Nutria

Fairest pelt!
Cousin Winter curses and glares,
but you, Nutria, have provided
at cost-effective rates!
the finest coat in all of Sellwood.

Sickness and woe
are mere surrealities. You, warm nutria,
did not perish without meaning.
You, itchy nutria, Prince of Mediocrity, have
missed the A-C of bulging teeth,
the 1-2 of white, puffed ears,
the N of Wings!
Burnt sepia mass, searching
wandering in the river.

No one speaks for you, fair Madame
Queen Nutria, guide your vessel;
nay, you lack the vision.
No Roosevelt, you.
It is a doubt you could save yourself.

Cousin Winter, wrinkling in his
agéd speak, he plays with mirrors, but
Scraggly Nutria, you will suffice.
Just enough.
You with wandersome eyes, you filth,
only good when you're dead.
Die for warmth, proletariat.

Become the fairest, most beauteous coat
from fat, ugly beaver.