Ian Ganassi
Poem
An Easy Fix
Let me give you a hand up.
I haven’t seen a pile like that in quite a while.
The entire population of the seventh-floor smoking lounge.
It was getting even closer in there.
Fight or flight for instance. No matter how much you have.
Convinced they hold the morally aesthetic high ground
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