by Jack Ohms
“ - survival
just
seems like writhing
in a pit
of starving adders,
these days”,
I said,..
but everyone looked away
or took a sip,
fingered a rolled
cigarette.
me and my
big mouth
but I feel it
here
and it’s real
and the personally-executed
death sentence seems
too good for me
sometimes.
I know,
that’s why I’m still around
and something to do
with mercy
for the Hell balance of it all;
hence the white-wall backdrop;
the €12-a-day per patient
seven days-a-week.
quite cheap.
*(€ -- Euros)
August 13, 2009
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