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tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
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February 13, 2012

If I had a million dollars I’d fill a pool up with pulled pork sandwiches but I got no dollars man, I’m so broke I search the dial for a public radio pledge drive so I don’t feel all alone in this thing.

So many of us out there reading right now have done the same thing, they’ve gone to a foreclosure auction without a dime in their pocket just to see someone lose something bigger than they’ve lost.

That time you lost your job and backtracked the city, visiting the coffee shop you bought a bagel at that fateful morning, you asked around in Spanish to the barista if she’d seen anything, you pulled back a table and peered in the dark.

It’s hard to understand, at this time, the effect of Corporations being granted the rights of personhood and allowed to donate undisclosed funds to politicians.

It feels more like the weather’s fault. It’s so tiresome to hear people complain about big business. Who else can handle the job? Shouldn’t we stop giving money to poor people instead? They’re poor because they can’t handle money!

The rain has traffic slowed down and the buses are splashing the downtrodden waiting at the curbs, who curse the water, always ungrateful for government assistance.

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