piss on earth and extended drinking hours
there steals a hooded headline
whose threatening menace
turns your stomach over with
the sickness of mankind to man:
Builders at a research facility
at Oxford University
now wear ski-masks although
in the absence of some seasonal snow but
in order to hide their identities from
animal rights activists.
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