Chinaski in the tar pits

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(dump this poem, you fool, nobody wants to hear this, this quit and mourn
crap.
you always wanted to die, admit it.
and now that it’s close, you should celebrate.
you, sucking on your beer, smoking your tiny cigarettes,
the night is coming for you, be glad and make the people glad.
off with the wrinkled and the old like you, you clutter the landscape!)
(perhaps I should begin another poem?)
(do it, do it, do it!)
(I can’t, I want to concentrate on this darkness.)
(you’re hopeless, old boy, the people want fire and gamble!)

(all right, I’ll begin another poem.)
(do it!)
(I can’t seem to.)
(take a week off and come back.)
(no, I’ll start another poem.)
(do it!)

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