The Cycle

The gunk coalesces into the sink
Yoke of man, that unflinching thirst for the sweeter
Swimming in the swirl that his lips may taste
His arms reach desperately for the prize
To better his lot, to rise
In that swirling descend.

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Such a sickly positive trait
Vomit seals his fate
Shored up on the gunk with his sweet desire
Admires his prize for an ephemeral second
His tremulous arms torn to threads by his razed envious soul
Soon, he jumps into the vortex for a second go

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