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Last Meal

Scraps in rusted trash
Scent the air with misery
Clutching his pink slip



05/09/13
10:21 pm

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Poet Destroyer A

May 19, 2013 at 1:28 PM

James, i can imagine someone facing such a bad turn over in life... being without can leave us to the last of many things besides food... xox~ Linda

Andrea Dietrich

May 13, 2013 at 7:08 AM

oh my, don't I relate to this one!!! well, indirectly anyway. Hubbie unemployed and is now trying out his own business again. Scary times!!!

Karen Anglesey

May 12, 2013 at 2:08 PM

Ouch! So many seem to be in this perilous predicament. The image is haunting. Excellent expression.

Daver Austin

May 12, 2013 at 9:50 AM

Good one, James. We have a school district close to Saginaw - where I live - that owes their teachers 80 thousand dollars and cannot complete the school year. As of late, the powers that be are reluctant to include them in the State Plush Fund. Bummer! Thanks for looking me up. Love, daver