the school of losers
gather one day in the sea
at the reef
under the anemones
on a drinking spree
of sea
and foams
having done nothing
about their loss
they simply talk about
other matters
those trivial ones of course
stories about losers
their lives
and irredeemable
selves
i do not pity them
i think it is just a waste of time
under the sea
on the reef
with the anemones
the jellyfishes are coming too
sooner.
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