Found Poetry 428

11/8/20

observing a race of meanness
those seeking to win shove and push
in the line crossing business
sneaking a look, my face moved to blush
one fell down, the other stepped over
extra points for not helping up
and they'll keep running if you shake wealth in front
for they too are prisoners of the hunt

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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