The zoo escapes from the lion.
The lion is walking around Fifth Avenue looking for his cage.

He misses the zoo.
He likes being captured.
He likes having his day given back to him
So he no longer has to hunt or sell insurance.

Perhaps, I am the lion.
I read the actuarial tables to see at what point
I am no longer real.

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