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Jan 2021
Where all our monsters live
in luxury with wads of cash
if you stab a back or slit a throat.
Sell your soul pennies on a yuan.
Give the rubes a buck or two and
promise them what they need
to survive another term. You
retire a billionaire and they sell
businesses pennies on a dollar.
Suicides keep morticians rich.
I despise politicians.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     Persephone, Marie K, --- and Imran Islam
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