Ya Gotta Love L.A.
Was doing community service with thirty others
at a garden that supports a feed-the-needy program.
Eyes stung from hot work, back muscles complained,
when ears were assaulted by the buzzing of what
sounded like a giant swarm.
Looked up. Our labors were being documented via
fancy drone by one of us volunteers.
“For our next dinner party.”
WTF is that?
Tags: No good deed goes uncredited; Also for FaceBook
and Instagram; Modesty and humility not required for
good works, but must be photogenic.
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