Becoming the adjunct to true substance misunderstood,
He flies down the street
Like a bird of prey's beak,
Shattering the water's edge because he knows what he wants.
Failure isn't just a coin to the namesake or a crane game's empty claw.
Anytime I saw the destruction of a feeding frenzy leaving empty mouths,
What was I supposed to do?
The display is only vicarious malnutrition
From misunderstanding true substance as the adjunct.
Well-fed, he starves,
watching jackals gorge themselves on his coveted nothing.
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