Walking Soup

I scoop my soup

But nothing stays in

I scoop and scoop

But I just hear the bloop, bloop

Of it leaking out my sides

I don’t know where they are

But their signs are everywhere

The holes in my sides

They’re getting harder to hide

And yet

I try and try to put the soup back inside

Yet, the more I try

The more my soup sloshes and drips

I feel it on my back

I feel it on my feet

And most concerning

I taste it on my lips

I do my best to go about my day

But the harder I try

The more I lose along my way

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