Mark R Slaughter - White Van Man

I’m not the van I used to be:

Beneath a grind of hypertension

I’m nothing more than
Muscle on a shoulder

Rings threading thro’ his flesh
Upon the lack of sun and regulation

But
He needs me

And I need him

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013

Mark R Slaughter

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