Dear self

Mr. Cheetah,

 

Those who cheat
constantly repeat
taking that which is not
theirs, to eat.

 

I am sitting in a seat,
where the floor
and my feet,
were never supposed
to meet.

 

Sincerely,
Cheat

 

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