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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