Dear Officer Krupke

no money,

no job,

no skills or ambition,

not your country,

no problem, car loans,

student loans,

mortgages you

can't afford?

healthcare,

step right up. we got this.

tired of being a girl,

or a boy,

we got this.

stand over there and wait

your turn.

the surgeon

and pharmacist will be right

with you.

no drivers license,

no social

security number,

undocumented?

not willing to pay taxes?

criminal record, out on bail,

murderer,

rapist?

no problem,

step right up.

uncle Sam has your back,

we forgive you, we want you.

we'll coddle your children,

feed you,

cloth you,

tuck you in at night

at the Roosevelt Hotel.

abortions,

what a hassle, but it's

not your fault.

step right up.

bad decisions, we got this.

obese

and drunk,

drug addled.

none of it is your fault,

you're a victim of society,

you're misunderstood

and held

back by the shade of your skin,

the curl

of your hair,

the parents you lack.

Dear Officer Krupke take that.

the world is responsible

for f...ing you up.

so come on over the wall,

the fence,

smoke a doobie, have some crack.

let's have a group hug.

just chill and relax.

Uncle Sam has your back.

step right up.