You stray;
you've always been a stray,
picked and shaken
by pet collectors.
Things have changed,
even Anzac Day. These days
the Last Post
is all that's left
of a dying Kardashian.
What do you say?
'Thanks. That was beautiful.'
These days evening wear
is your pyjamas.
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