Sliced Poem by Andrew Thompson
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Sliced
Rating: ★5.0
Everybody wants a slice,
And soon there's nothing left.
No little piece of me, for me,
No life for me to live.
Just a few more laps to run,
Racing round the Sun;
A few more pointless laps of toil,
Until my life is done.
No one just wants me for me;
No one really cares;
They live to meet their selfish needs,
And feed their own desires.
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5/5/2024 9:52:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's very sad-nice...The law of egoists does not differ of jungle-law... Everyone for itself... But you don't worry... There is also lucky coincidence...10. Tsira