Editor back-issues, John Sweet, poetry

or these animals in
their tiny cages
and the way they go insane

the way money
exchanges hands

twenty bucks he says
as his girlfriend walks into the room
and i think i might know her

i think i may have
been here before

was promised nothing but
came back again


learned finally that
hatred was
the only drug i needed
to feel alive

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