we watch the race from the sidelines
having no wish to run it
who can be
the prettiest
the thinnest
the richest
the most
with all the things
upon their backs
to weight them
these Joneses keep
on running
til their feet
are bloodied stumps
the zombie marathon
rushes past
my friends and I
sip our lemonade
and enjoy the parade
affluent in a different currency
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