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My job's a bore, it pays some bills and helps me buy my sleeping pills. It pays for female hormones, too and Prozac so I won't get blue. It pays for pills I split in half (the uppers I must make to last) He only prescribed me thirty-two when they are gone, what will I do? Some more Excedrin with caffeine to try and fuel this old machine. They pay me just to sit and stare at rhythms in the monitor's glare. Most of the time, I'm doing nil. I look forward to my sleeping pill.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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