he ran away, long ago
told his father
he wished he was dead
took his inheritance
everything he had
and journeyed far
he looked for pleasure
squandered recklessly
whirled from
party to party
was drunk on more than wine
but it couldn’t last forever
his money was gone.
a famine came.
suddenly, he didn’t know what to do.
he wallowed in mud and shame,
seeking to forget
to find solace in mindless drudgery
nothing satisfied,
not even the pods the pigs ate.
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