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Like poultry to the slaughter

Birds that aspire to be doves and eagles
but objectively, pigeons
Fat, dirty, stupid and oily
Failures without even having the knowledge so
Rummaging through trash bins and
scraping by
expecting bread from strangers
and others to share - because we're special
Our incompetence within the hunt only makes us more of a priority
victims with fat chests and fat bellies,
weak wings and unused claws
Like poultry to the slaughter
Like city-dwellers to the morning train.