Weirdness abounds, but
not in the way you'd expect
Small dogs remain small,
but behind their eyes,
a conspiracy
You just wait, pal
One day the kibble gives out,
the Grand Terrier gives the
word and we begin the
evolution of opposable thumbs
After that, language,
tools, the invention of the smell phone
A million, two million years, tops,
and then we take all your jobs
Arf.
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