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Poems by Inchiki
so so soho
so miserable so
nothing whenever whatever
money trickling away
the senior generation
can't help us
a spark of creation
a balloon -
POP!
left unattended
broken messed
sprawl on the ground
lank naked armies
eating each other
all over the argument
Benzedrine drawl
how i long for opiate of death
- life!
the pain of orgasm
unbearable, unescapable
this is life
in an affluent nation
