The pretzel that looked like a meerkat

    Two salt crystals make your eyes
    They peer across imaginary grassland skies
    Your body tapers off at the end
    Do you know you’re just a pretzel stick, my friend?

    The other end of the pretzel is bulbous — that’s your head
    Hyenas ate your family, then fled
    At least that’s what I think, I wasn’t there
    Don’t worry though, they’re gone and I’m not going anywhere

    You do not belong in a museum or a zoo
    Confined with cages and tags
    Only one pretzel as notable as you
    In every 10,000 jumbo bags

    But despite distinguishing features, all objects are created equal
    So I think I’m going to eat you anyway
    If that’s okay


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