The fall of society. Yep, he was witnessing it first hand sitting in the park. A beautiful lady dressed in fine cloth from head to toe bent down and picked up her dogs poop. She carried the bag of warm poop in her right hand in a transparent zip-lock bag. Her other hand held the leash of her bronze haired tea cup pup.
He scratched his unshaven face, leaned back on the park bench closing his eyes. Often he sat in the park and witnessed the fall of society first hand.
Lets face it, when you dress your dog in clothing and pick up it’s poop. You can go no lower. Well that’s what he thought.
There was a special garbage bin that had a picture of a dog painted on it. That was the dumping point for the dog poop. There was even a dispenser for plastic bags.
Really the bums pooping in the bushes was a bigger problem. At least from a smell point of view.
Sunday at the podium he just put on some rap beat music and tilted his hat to the side and rocked back and forth. The whole congregation swayed back and forth. The collection tray was stacked full of bananas. Luckily he could survive on bananas.