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The Servant
There's a park near me where
You see beings on two legs with plastic bags
Who wait patiently on smaller beings
With four legs and a tail before
Bending down to retrieve
A pile of waste extruded from the latter and
Put it in their pocket or
Carry it with some ceremony to a nearby
Receptacle.
If a Martian landed
What would it make of the
Ritual and
If so inclined,
...Thursday 21st May 2020 11:05 am
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