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