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Dec 2018
a king
spends
a month’s worth
of rent
in four days
to get high
and drunk,
and then
even more
drunk
and a tiny bit
more high
to fit in
yet another
drink
until he’s
just fine.

imagine-
you became poor,
but were a king;

tired boots
collecting
dust,
and coins,
cigarette buds,
on your way.
Written by
Jonathan Helling  30/Cisgender/Ohio
(30/Cisgender/Ohio)   
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