Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, late middle-aged, likely terminally ill, American man who recently became an amputee.
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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