Monday, March 14, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



I saw to it that
it happened
fast and clean.
It was something
like working
in a butcher shop,
only my job
pays better,
the hours
are shorter,
and there isn’t
the mess.
Max Allan Collins
Quarry [a.k.a. The Broker]
1976

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