My first free-verse poem.

There's a rule in the jungle
You can't gain from what you don't beat
And you can't reap what you don't sow
But we don't realize
And we think the world will throw itself at us
Surrender its riches without second thought
Because we're used to luxury
And we've no divider between want and need
Food and seed
What we deserve constantly conflicts with the belief that we hold that we're better than them
Whoever they are
And we refuse second best so we can race for the first
Only to end up last wishing we could be third
Or fourth
Or fifth
But it takes work
And that's the crux
If you want anything for yourself then you have to give a fuck

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