Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, over sixty-five-year-old, American man who became an amputee in 2018 and now lives between scans.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Toxic (Poem)
My state’s toxic level is number two I read earlier today. The article was on Yahoo! (The writing was just okay.) We burn heaps of coal to power stuff, Huge amounts of it. I’ve lived here decades and breathed enough; My lungs have turned to shit.
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