The widgets

After I bought
a gram baggie
of sterling crank
I never did
from my apothecary
whose girlfriend
knows a girl
whose cousin
manufactured it
in his basement
his brother
hanged himself in
three years back,
I went to the city
and read a book
by the vagrants
I met there
because it appears
the only people
who read anymore
with gusto,
with ideal,
are the people
who have time
on their hands
instead of
widgets in them.

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~ by Jeremy on July 3, 2013.

One Response to “The widgets”

  1. This reads like typical unemployed shit.

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