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Fanning the Embers

Queued up at the front desk
In the unemployment line,
I surreptitiously observed 
A state stoolie obstructing 
Those in the next line.
"God, she's a bitch,"
I heard behind me.
"She's overdue for her fix"
Was the hushed reply.
I looked with renewed interest:
A real junkie...
Hot damn!

Later, as I was leaving,
I heard the same two talking:
"Well, look at her --
She's getting her satisfaction."
I glanced over toward
The side door...
There she was,
Furtively 
Puffing 
On a
Menthol 
Cigarette.

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