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No money
to get the refill
tore the paper off
the shredded vile
and tossed it away
for any loiterer to read
as the shakes visit
for another round.
A few bills lay unpaid
on the countertop.
There is a noise in the back
I think is the television
but it is not on.
Even poems
get no mercy today
tossing and filing
down to the last
inedible
bit.
- joseph veronneau
