#Poem stripped

The studies stripped me
bound me to tolerate whirls of desert sand
but you were broken too

This clock-watching is hateful
an insult dressed as courtesy

Steal your lump of flesh
go on, eat, digest
You will learn from someone else
when I’m forgotten
& eliminated

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