I see a lot of bizarre things on the subway. I mean, you know that. Exotic dancing toddlers. Pop and lock squads. Michael Jackson impersonators. People eating soup. That one almost takes the cake. Speaking of food, what’s that on the floor?
Why, it appears to be a lone packet of Duck Sauce?
Oh, why, yes it is.
Someone’s takeout must be lacking.
Less than quacking.
Without their duck
Sauce.
Someone’s takeout must be lacking.
Less than quacking.
Without their duck
Sauce.
Boom.
Poetry.
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