Upward Mobility by Robert Beveridge

All of my friends are dead

so it’s only natural

that she’d go next

 

but instead she checked

herself into Betty Ford

to dry out,

try to mingle

 

with the high-class

alcoholics who make

millions with their

autobiographies

 

even the ones

who can’t write

 

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