Poem: (This) Man’s Best Friend

The dog took a shit the way he usually does

out of his bum and on to the street. Doing

his business in public – I bend to collect it,

open my big bag to get a smaller bag and

my business card falls out right next to his shit.

Both of us dropping things unwanted in public; we’re

in the same industry I guess. Four legs bad, two legs good?

Try spin Orwell all you…