the small man
wallows in the second
that he did not win
withers under the rain
complains each day
about the weather,
the person at work,
the loud neighbor,
the kids in the yard...
the small man
eats alone at an old table
he refuses to replace
and so he gets a splinter
no one is there to help
so his finger swells
with infection
he goes to work
the next day
and complains
no one listens
he has nothing to look forward to
he passes away
while watching tv
from his battered chair
of a large splinter infection
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