Poem
Forensic sidewalks show smatterings of rain.
Something is forcing an end to the day.
It won't end before you disappoint somebody.
Expectations are drawn on you like bodies
of cows are sectioned before the meat rains
down, both bodies silent. By the end of the day,
neither care who who they made happy, but any day
someone will go hungry, somebody
always gives the best day of triumph rain.
On this rainy day, you should have called somebody.
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