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Just Bitten

 


I was bitten by my
inadequacies
Or thoughts of disbelief
and trance merged together
with a conscious shock
this Thursday
and I thought it was just me
someone would have lost their job last week
someone's partner would have departed
someone's toxic boss would have thrown venom of the tongue
all over her
someone would have missed a meal
someone would have negotiated a bad deal
A chef would have goofed up
with a sourdough
which was meant for the Wall Street type
Someone would have been fooled by a hype
of a political figure
who apparently
was merely a mask
I was just bitten
by a random dog
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