Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Friday, March 26, 2010
Form 1040A
The paper stares at me,
Like a G-man...
White, passive aggressive,
Full of blank blocks,
Cracking its knuckles...
I grab my pencil
Like a switch-blade...
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