Blood Money

A rumbling, roving
growling lowly sickness
in the very pit of my stomach
That’s how it is
That’s what it feels like

I want to close my eyes
but I’m jacked on caffeine
& I know the only way out
is d
    o
    w
    n

[who’s the professional now?]

I snicker when you yowl to
Watch my language but
Language is the only thing I have left
To drown you [OUT]

                          
                          

                        
  I’m afraid our session has ended
Pay within: the only currency you own

/LM