Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tonight the office door closed on my petition and dreams.
Wandering the dark streets, rejection burrowed inside.
Considered vodka, getting drunk, drowning my sorrows
Then I remembered Karl Marx's "opium for the masses"
I inhaled deeply.  Inhaled again.  And again
until a lite, easy feeling enveloped me.

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