your slim
dollar taxed, your
silver
coin
bitten into,
the rose you picked
is missing
petals,
it comes and goes
so fast
this pay
you grind your
wheels for.
hardly
a penny left
to close
your eyes
when they find
you stiff.
Monday, January 5, 2015
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