scratch ticket poem
it is a REGAL RHAPSODY to my EAR
to hear
that you'll be GIVEN SEVEN years
for what you did to me
while you AIM your
prison darts at my face
tremoring with hate
eating POTATO in a TUBE
I'll be YAWNING in an OUTFIELD somewhere
doing YOGA and JUDO in the sun
I, hardly concealing my GLEE
will vacate this
EXECUTIVE state
the commonwealth of massachusetts
