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Jul 2018
The way we spend our money
after the days and weeks,
the years served
in dead end jobs,
inside buildings
like grey prisons...

It’s like we want to get rid of it
as quickly as possible,
the same way
we wanted those hours,
those days
on the job
gone,
like bedbugs or the clap,
or some flea infested stray
scratching at the door.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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     ---, PoetryJournal and arizona
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