Lost Dr. Seuss Book: Fox in Socks 2: A Descent Into Madness- Much Worse Then The Others!

Beloved children’s author Theodor Seuss Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, has been under increased scrutiny in recent days due to racist and offensive imagery in some of his books. Responding to public pressure, his estate has even agreed to stop publishing six of Seuss’ works, including And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street (1937). What the Geisel estate has not admitted, however, is that when Dr. Seuss died in 1991, he left behind literally hundreds of unpublished manuscripts, mostly unfinished and definitely not suitable for children. In the ensuing years, very little of this material has ever been presented to the public for fear that it would dilute the author’s still profitable brand or tarnish his image.

A look through these disturbing documents shows that racism was just one of Dr. Seuss’ many problems. Presented below is a fragment from Geisel’s unpublished Fox in Socks 2: A Descent Into Madness. It’s clear from the following poem, written in human or possibly animal blood on butcher’s paper, that Geisel’s mind was failing him in his autumn years.

What do you know about wuggle buggles?

Well, I know when they have trouble,

That’s a wuggle buggle struggle.

And if they struggle with the bottle,

That’s a wuggle buggle bottle struggle.

AND if they’re struggling with the bottle,

While they’re taking lots of drugs, then…

That’s a druggy wuggle buggle bottle struggle.

AND…

If they’re struggling with the drugs while they’re chugging from a bottle,

And they hide drugs up their buttholes just to get across the border,

That’s a druggy chugging wuggle buggle bottle butthole border struggle.

AND…

If they get across the border with the drugs up in their buttholes

While still chugging from that bottle,

But the baggie full of drugs starts to leak inside their body,

And their vision’s getting blurry, and their mind is getting bleary…

Well…

That’s a bleary blurry druggie baggie chugging wuggle buggle bottle border butthole body struggle.

And that, Mr. Fox, is something you do not want to witness,

For it is unpleasant.

I bid you good day, sir.

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