Ruthless Poem
by John Kendall Hawkins
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I woke *up* feelin ruthless as the redsox
lean years ahead, our beloved Tony C,
our Adonis from Swampscott,
in the dirt, eye blackened, career over, like that
the sound of one finger snapping
(and I look at how it all worked out,
my life 86ed,
all the tenderloins grilled with onions,
booger people in me head taunting,
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