It Takes One to Know One

A Work in Progress
128

On Thursday after pickup

Toters are trundled back 

A robot arm upended them

Shook them into a scoop

Dropped them back to the pavement

Continued on its route

Donal gathered his scattered wits

Now the toters were back in place

Empty toters needing space 

Wanting solitude, he could surmise

Robots shook him too

Briseis and her buddies continued to surprise

They had a voice on Substack

They wanted this and that

Transactions with his credit card

Would one day drain him flat

Broke and stony he’d rue the day

Donal just had to tip his hat

 

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