The Recession Blues
I’m sick & tired
of all the shop
talk on the news.A man took
a .45 caliber
pistol to his
head because
his family
couldn’t eat
& seeing his
kid’s stomachs
shrink up
made him
sick.No news
of that
was there?
Balloon Like Brain Bulge Through The Meat Grinder
I have
a meat
grinder
behind
my eyes
that is
working
on my
frontal
lobe
squeezing
the veins
& i might
go blind.My mother
died of an
aneurysm
her father
a brain
tumor.I guess
it runs
in the
family.
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