my a*** belongs to the government

I’m not
in any way
a paranoid

no
I’m not

but I believe
the government
is after my arse

~

the day that I turned fifty (somethingsomething)
it was quite a long time
ago

the government
sent me a letter
signed with love

send us
a little specimen

they asked

collect it
on the spoon
that we’ll provide

don’t be embarassed

it’s for your own good

you can trust us

we love you have your very best
interests
in mind

~

well I ignored that letter
as you can
well believe

no specimen of mine
is going
for tests in a
white-coat
lab

no thank you
kindly

~

time passed

~

today
I was anxiously
awaiting

the mail should bring
an exciting new
old tome

I bought it on e-bay
a French Philosophy
a book that’s going to set
my poetic heart
on fire

and there
when I glanced out
of my window

a package
too big to fit inside
the mailbox

oh boy

oh boy oh boy

oh boy

~

hello Frank
this
is your government

last chance now
we’re asking you nice
we’re asking kindly

where is
the specimen we require

don’t try to tell us
that collecting it
was too hard

we gave you
the spoon
we gave
the jar

we gave a stamped-return-envelope
with each step
illustrated
on a how-to-do card

we want our your specimen

we want it now

we need to
take a deep look
inside your bowels

why do you resist us

we are your friends

if you don’t return this
the friendship ends
takes on a new twist

send 
your specimen
NOW

we await
your swift reply

~

oh boy

oh boy

---

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #28: the last annual show

04/12/17