At first, I was assured. Convincingly.
And then, I was worried. Reasonably.

At first, I was living. Decently.
And then, I was destitute. Pitifully.

At first, I was angry. Justifiably.
And then, I was locked. Regrettably.

At first, I crawled. Mercifully.
And then, I scratched. Painfully.

At first, I begged. Humiliatingly.
And then, I bled. Profusely.

At first, I sweated. Nervously.
And then, I cried. Quietly.

At first, I pleaded. Tearfully.
And then, I got killed. Indiscriminately.

And so I died naked and hungry.
And they all celebrated.

Victoriously.


An ode for those who do not have enough during this time.

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