Bad Poetry

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I knew this was coming 

I’m running on empty

I’m scooped out 

A carcass 

With my meat 

Stuck in-between someone else’s teeth

And now I’m walking 

With my two feet 

They are very slow and very heavy and don’t take me far 

No one talks to me with their eyes meeting mine 

Tell me they’re “doing fine” and walk away