Silver Lining, Day 441

So, huge pile of dog poop on my street. I planted one of my Trump flags in it. You know, social commentary, etc. etc. At some point during the day, someone took the little marker out of the feces and threw the pencil with the Trump banner into the street. Left the shit, took care of Donald, and tossed him aside. I like to think there's a metaphor here for something. Perhaps about my actions, as well. I did nothing but draw attention to the excrement, and I am more upset someone untagged the load than the fact there was canine waste on my block. The moral of the story? No matter what we do, there will always be shit on the sidewalk. Watch your step, America.