Exterminator

Michael Channing

all junkies must be destroyed
how 'bout a shot of arsenic in the arm
or maybe empty air
and when the bubble hits the heart
it'll pop like a worn prophylactic
when i find their perforated bodies
i use them for fuel
toss another junkie on the fire
and curl up to the radiant glow
of their phosphorescent bones
think i'll become a pusher
supply for free the poison they need
and i'll sleep warm all winter long

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