Survival of the fittest?


Survival of the fittest

Is not a team sport,

You don’t get a uniform

Or a position to play,

And can’t rely on anybody

To get your back,

A fact that

Even the wisest of us lack,

And why so many slapped

Back get stabbed,

“Great job, Delmore,”

They tell you

Even as you feel the blood

Trickle down

Into the crack of your ass,

Survival of the fittest is

Dog eat dog,

Sometimes you’re the dog

Most times you’re dog food



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