For every opportunity,
Like the world is completely random,
Throwing garbage and throwing meat,
Throwing love and throwing hate,
Throwing death and life,
Lobbing people who don't mind stabbing backs,
To the top like a knife,
Throwing health to those who abuse themselves,
And sickness to everyone else,
Throwing a bone to someone born with nothing,
But it's snatched by the meaty knife with health.
And it's alright,
You never know what to thank for success,
Though those who thank themselves tend to be the loneliest,
Comforting themselves with their continuous guests.
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