J. Allen Hewitt Poems

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Business Is Good
Nothing personal, just doing my job...
those running towards, those running away, those in the way,
you shouldn't have been there.

Everything dies sometime, here's the express ticket...
shooting soldiers, slashing women, blowing up children,
it really is all too easy.

Bringing it all down, light a . . .
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Me Meth, Me Heroin, Me Cookaine
Me sweat pour over face, where are you?
Me fur stand and chills like needles on spine when you near.
Me eyes wild and blind, can only see you, but where are you?

Me hurting, burning pain searing, where are you?
Me mouth water and hands quiver when I smell.
Me bleeding, clawing me skull and face, where are . . .
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