you could have sharpened it but, hell,
who has that much time?
It’s easier to toss it in the bin,
move on to sharper, newer models
with less history.
Never mind the skin and blood
you gave, we shared.
It’s meaningless.
Indian giver. Charlatan.
The labels just peel off.
But not for me.
I see you shaving with
your new electric whore
and it cuts deeper than four blades.
A knick to my jugular,
Blood loss, bleeding out.
Please, no stitches… let me feel!
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