01/12/2011

Work

After tasting the goose-pimpled flesh
of cold turkey
my soul ripples with
intravenous drips

Sense of purpose
drip
Self esteem
drip
Priapic praise
splash

Employment rushes through my veins
like heroin
I pull on cheap suits
a prostitute
paid for salacious services
I will do anything
to satiate this
addiction

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