wanting something to read

thumbing through the racks

& everything it seemed

was about poor rich lawyers

involved in murders they did not commit

spies passing thru’ the world unseen

avoiding death destruction shit

all of these having money to burn

love attractions every fucking turn

or some giant of frame & intellect

able to defeat thugs robbers rapists

flick of an elbow fist sturdy wrist

take on guns pick axes knives

without ever once breaking sweat

& I had to turn away once more

there was nothing here to take me

out of my world give me somebody

I could believe in


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