The Groaning Goblins in the Sewer

I pay my bills, I pay my taxes.
I see the bank machines swallow
up my earnings, and hear the
goblins groan with their
fingerless gloves.

Lemon juiced pigs keep taking
and taking and taking. The notes
scrunch together in a sewer that
reeks of pinpricked ears and oblivion.

I bite my tongue, holding back the
clear truth of what lies beneath
the dark, swallowing sewer.

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