now that you know what is this all about
you grab an egg
and looks at it with no curiosity
saying
everything is egg like
round
fragile
white and off white
opaque walls
enclosing a potential life
for another
short spanned life of
another chick
when you throw it away
another crazy hand will catch it
unable to watch
a scrambled egg on the
road
who can resist to see
that a misfortune comes?
everyone is affected
yes, no man is just an egg.
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