corrupted organs

my nose is running
down
both nostrils;
not to mention down my
throat.

It’s dripping involuntarily;
this is my volunteer
work
(I’m not qualified to help in any other way)

I’m taking care of my poor
organs
(like Hospice)
in the only way I know how:
Strong Ass Mother Fucking Drugs;
because they ought to be
euthanized
to end their anguish
and
pain.

the longer they are struggling
to function,
the longer they are susceptible to
eruption,
and then
a
slow
death;
they too,
aren’t free from bias
and
corruption.

Somebody wants me dead…

And

I guess that person is me.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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