days occur
where it feels
as if the world
is out to get me
other days occur
that just prove
it really isn’t
there is not
enough value in
this personage
to incur anything
approaching that
level of spite

an empty glass bottle
is worth a nickel
in michigan
an empty souled poet
is not worth
a goddamned thing


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