Greyhounds race by
a pack looking to finish.
Sleek and silver
the wheels no longer
turn in circles;
people rush by
they're hungry now
lining up before me.
I give them food
the line disperses
and I gather
a free meal for me.
They quickly finish
shoveling in calories.
Another meal
for my hard work.
People are shocked,
"such a fragile thing,"
they see me eat,
"where does it go?"
Like a shark
eating a quarter
of their weight.
Lost my job there,
eating thirds,
too expensive
I eat too much.
They lost money;
it was me, I could
eat a quarter.
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