The nonsensical pot

The pot... it was nonsensical. It thought itself unique. {It was nonsensical you see!} "One of a kind, rare, one in a million, so white, so pure", it uttered flattery in its name all the time and basked in the limelight it created for itself.

Then one fine day she came.She stopped. She looked. She shat in the nonsensical pot just to shut it up.

Millions - that's how many nonsensical pots there are now. They don't chatter anymore, just flush down the shit we give. How nice of 'em all!