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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