To the Cinnamon-Chested Bee Eater

I just live here

The dog is trippin'

And I'm supposed ta

Find that number

And put it in the box

And send it to the government

A third time, sir,

Yes I said a third time

And I am doing this at the low, low rate of

Negative nine thousand dollars a year, sir

That's apparently how much I cost my family

To keep them alive

And try to work

And I don't get paid to answer these questions

Again and again

I don't get paid for

Filling my papers in again or even the first time

Or when there is hail or drought

It seems to me if I filed the tax forms once

The FAFSA oughta do itself

And that oughta be enough to determine work study eligibility

I did not ask for this colonoscopy

If there is a hole, I will fall through it

Not just at a loss, I am a loss

That's what I learned about foodsheds, vagrancy

And impenetrable forests

In Weimar Berlin

That I can have neurodivergent DNA

Jim Crow hates