Pox

You look so ready to kill me

With your bosses saw

Mendocino, Klamath, Siskiyou, Shasta

A wasp will find it's way into your

Pointless life

Its stinger will sting you away

This where I live

Dripping and marked from your paint

Jesus is wondering if even He can love you

Oh this is where I live

A pox upon your house

(a nuthatch will never bow)

(a crossbill will never bow)

Will you turn me to money?

Will I shat my poison egg in your mouth?

Signed with my conifer blood

This plastic coffin always in the shade of

Your sickening daughters and

Your idiotic hobbler wife

This is where I live

Community college is waiting for them