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Vandal Poem of the Day: February 22, 2018

by Randall Mann

My felon circumvents
the Nautilus machines—

mindless of the stylish,
wasting muscle queens—

and leans against the rack.
We study him like scholars.

As he removes his sweats,
I offer wadded dollars,

a petty cash advance.
All day he must equate

prosperity with flesh.
There’s limited debate.

from ProprietaryFind it in the library

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