Drudge

The judging eyes scythe the

broken watch, 

discolored collar,

faded gaze,

smokey five o’clock shadow,

mud-caked shoes,

missed buttons,

sagging eyes

of the one with the full belly

in a wooden room

of rice and water

and only one full plate

where the rest must stare

and suffer

and wish to masticate

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