There's one, there's another
Shopping trolleys abandoned
Like lonely metal spiders
Left on their own now
Out of their depth
With no web to support them
Yet, they did'nt develop sentience
By rolling themselves to freedom
No it was done deliberately
By uncaring lazy people
Who felt their work done
Then decide returning the trolley
Will be someone else's problem.
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