Many folks naively place too much trust in others.
Someone’s gonna make them breakfast and flush
the toilet when they change their towels. But
one day a log awaits in the bowl keeping
us separate from every nasty we may
have affected and suddenly all the
chickens that ever roosted here
are instinctively compelled to
return home. At this point
hoping things will turn out
better will not save us. Nope,
for this we’re gonna need hats.
Thank you, friend.
Now, let us prey.