Bladders

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Here is poem number 100!

Bladders

There are abdomens working

too hard for pitiful returns.

There are lives of men giving,

women out as long as the sun

and children are copying.

So, unfairness learns how to walk.

Inside the abdomens, bags

exist but you may call them sacks.

These chambers can seem like flags;

smooth muscle copies of the hopes

of many. Hope discards rags

and wears robes as the bags inflate