Men are born to break even

First, they ask you

to collect their hands

and then they fold

into themselves

--

There’s something

bout the sound of

cartilage cracking

n' sinew tearing

from the seams

that follows you

--

And the stench

ain’t too pretty either

--

Every other night

I gotta round up

their stinking bodies

n' useless hands

--

But at least they’re

compact n’ all

n’ not an awful

trouble to move

to the dumpster

outback

--

I don’t have much

sympathy for em’

but I’ve come to understand

it’s just not in their nature

to gamble

--

Still, though, it’s sad

to see the young ones

fold over, 5 times er more

n’ become a mess a’

bone meal n’ frittered flesh

--

There just isn’t any dignity in it

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