Eighteen Bucks

Twenty bucks
for splitting wood
blisters hot as
Satan’s asshole

Eighteen bucks
for a half gallon
of forgetfulness

The shit they once
gave the Indians
so they could
steal away their
fight

Steals away
mine

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