作者korn31910 (羅拔)
看板poetry
標題[創作] Sashimi
時間Fri Aug 12 13:30:10 2016
I don't want to be a fish
sliced in dishes,
sent to everybody.
I am not me, not complete.
Like Monday morning,
torn apart by every mouth,
ordered by every phone,
I'm worn out, my boss.
I must be delicious, my boss.
Mustard and soy sauce, no need.
You say that I can be everything.
Your eyes, Sushi knives,
Don't push me, I'm dead.
I'm already in your belly.
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