Friday, April 22, 2016

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Two, Poem Sixteen


Served

Your time becomes
others' buffet

attendees forego plates
gather napkins fall

saved in pockets
later or not

endangered species
served as monk fish

lick your lips
own soup a shambles

theft over tossed away
mil future only

next serving
gluten free

choice cuts
back of party.

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