The last straw

If

you could feed yourself

From Across the table

You would not starve

You chose not

to feed your neighbor

For he was. Not you

So instead drink

from

their

spoon

They feed you so as not

To let you die

there you are all alone with a tube

Down your throat

A straw taped to your arm

Fake plastic trees

Some balloons. Beeping

AlarmS

Given half the chance

If you love me

turn that spoon around now

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