Sweet Virginia

I got a letter from the government.

It said let there be night.

I went through your trash.

There was night, all right.

I consider how your light is spent.

I have butterflies a little bit.

I have some pills I take for it.

I’ve been up since four the day before.

Agony’s a cinch to sham.

Don’t worry about the environment.

Let it kill us if  it can.

I give a tiny tinker’s damn.

I put the ox behind the cart.

Consume away my snow-blind heart.

Fastened to a service animal

it is waiting for the beep.

It is waiting for the right to change.

Hello, I know you’re there, pick up.