to know what you’ve even done.
You beggar. I should have known
when you pushed my mouth open
that you were just hungry.
I won’t tell your children about it
if you promise never to have children.
I’ve dipped my hands into your man-made
lake, my fingers withered, I won’t be cruel.
You stole. No more, no less than that.
O there are some blithe things in this world,
but none so miserable as you.
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