caught in puzzling bureaucracy
have to fill out gray boxed forms
as far as my jumbled eyes can see
poets and bureaucrats do not mix
especially cruel number crunchers
that have devious power tricks
please let me go out in the tall pine forest
where I can breathe deep and hear
all the bird singing their melodious chorus
I pray please get me out of this unnatural cubicle hell
let me savor the warmth of our star the Sun
nature’s most soothing and healing spell
