poem – stripped –

The studies stripped me
– bound to tolerate a whirl in desert sand
but you were broken too

This clock-watching is hateful
an insult dressed as courtesy

Steal your lump of flesh
eat and digest
You’ll learn from someone else
when I’m forgotten
and excreted

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