Monday, April 23, 2018

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Eight

The Ecology of Losers

They wake when they want to wake,
choosing late morning, as artificial light
only clarify failures
they can't catalogue any more.

their first paycheck partial severance pay.
They can't control anything but when to run.
when they've been found out.

They shit where they eat.
That's what everyone else did
before they sat down for their meal.

They slow you down on your sad path.
They were on it first for days
Before you came along.

They let you by and walk behind
hoping you kamikaze anything
that would block their way.

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