I am meta-wagging my meta-tail, I meta-bite your meta-wrist, I meta-smell your meta-jacket, I meta-run behind you, I meta-lick your meta-face.

I am a meta-dog.

And you think I am just an instinctive dog but it's me the real ethnographer here.

When I play with you I look at you from afar.

I simulate what I do.

I test you with my irony.

And I text you.

And I laugh at you

And of me

while I am laughing at you

with my meta-canine meta-teeth.