when the boat sinks
all the rats
have already transferred
to the other
boat
the other scheming
snakes
have already taken
their loot
in their lifesavers
if not submarines
as others scream
and shout and die
they are drinking their wines
singing their songs
and laughing and counting
their gains
and then they start planning
for more
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