Thursday, 14 October 2010

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Some people take jobs to write poems, others just need the money

Aaaaah come see me now,
im with the morning now,
come try buy cigarillo's and papiers
from ME!
Jobless he
of yesteryear who
came to see(k)
jobs at the
job centre (cess pit).
(that was the past, I commence
to present
you with the
present).
Now marvel at the beast
who thumbs buttons
on a till
at 5am,
half insane with
fatigue,
eyes burning a
bright green
of royal
mint.

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