or these animals in
their tiny cages
and the way they go insane

the way money
exchanges hands

twenty bucks he says
as his girlfriend walks into the room
and i think i might know her

i think i may have
been here before

was promised nothing but
came back again


learned finally that
hatred was
the only drug i needed
to feel alive


by John Sweet

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