Reflection

Callously, I set out to please the mad dogs,
tossing out the raw unwanted things.
Here a piece. There a piece,
How else was I to get behind the bloody competition?

Wrap me in a rain-dripped moment, 
Toss me into black waters,
Stay by me, ship.


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