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Consumed

Consumed I remember in poverty, eating ramen noodles, daily. Beans and Weenies. Meatless sauce spaghetti. Rice, Rice, Rice, without any real spice. Bologna Sandwiches. Hamburger Helper mixes. Fried Spam, and all kinds of meat, canned. Hot Dogs on a stick, burnt to a crisp. Catfish from the creek, yellow belly meat. Milwaukee’s Best. Another broken promise. The cheapest smokes. Always gotta have those. Colon cancer, Rectal cancer, lungs and brain. A hole too deep, at least six feet. Same old hole, no matter where you grow.

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