A week ago ideas were painted,
with finger prints and wooden spoons,
of sunflowers and factory fumes.
A week later the paintings were dated,
repladed by animals cruelty created.
The sealed sardines are bear proof,
the tin was stolen from the factory roof.
There’s a fly between the ears of the thief
who uses glue to keep food off his teeth.
Where was the tin when we needed shelter
from the storm sold to mother nature.
Swim little fish, sleep more later.
Play dead when we catch the traitor,
with fishing nets that caught the train
or the spider web that caught the rain
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