Bartleby the Cravener

I keep growing warier of teams.
I don’t want to weaponize belief.

When I see righteousness smile with teeth,
I think of the hunger underneath.

You may be right. You may be better
Than a half-human like me could be.

I’m a fool. I make awful mistakes.
I’m unwise, weak, and easy to break.

I’m not the teammate you crave or need,
And I know what blood everyone bleeds.