Fredricks finished his gig and is now unemployed. I left a message on his website:
Employment and unemployment are cellmates in the same hellish prison.
With hooks for hands I pause to admire my typed handiwork,
a kite made from trashbags and used zen.
Nothing profound on the screen, outside, inside,
just calm, labored breaths
after eating too much peanut butter
and cursing Asshole God for another Lotto ticket
wasted.
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Saturday, 30 August 2008 at 11:00 am |
Man, I could litter the entire US with the worthless, losing lotto tickets I’ve bought over the last 15 years. Sons of bitches make millionaires out of white trash dullards while we masters of thought and intelligence remain poor, woman-less and desperate for escape.