john sweet: six poems

like sunlight, like chrome mouths always hungry, alwaysopen and dirty hands shovelingin shit, got to keep thefuckers alive if you want tokeep selling them whatever itis that’s made you rich, gotto bleed the fuckers just so much,just so far, got to give them aline of credit then take it awaythen give it back again, thosefat little grabbing hands, thosebrittle cancerous bones,…

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