Our lives are not our own so much like two hundred years ago.
Instead we're watched and photographed as we travel to and fro.
Sometimes we're captured, tagged, and measured…..but luckily released.
Sometimes we're confined, on display, even at times when we're deceased.
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May no bird poo on Bri As he looks up to the sky! Especially an albatross With its enormous tuchas!