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Poseidon


We all thought the gods were dead,

but that's all in our head.

Poseidon lives in a beach house,

at night he goes out,

not to party, or make cash.

He is out picking up your trash.

The trash left behind by the day,

he picks it up as if to say,

"humans are monsters,

Do they even have manners?"

Letting their bottles get swept away

without even a care today!

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