Candid Email to the Librarian of Congress
Attached please find my resume.
I saw your website says today
you’re searching for a Laureate.
Lord knows, it’s not the glory it
bestows upon the honoree.
I’d almost take it on for free
because for me it is seductive
to “work” while being unproductive:
no weekly meetings to attend,
no more expenses to defend;
my repartee would not provoke
those HR chats about a joke.
Desk, paper, pen, humongous walls—
I’ll say “Yes!” when the Congress calls!
Although it’s undeniable
I’m labelled “unreliable,”
I often show up right on time.
I write free verse, delight in rhyme,
and blandly fake my way through speeches
just like some Harvard guy who teaches.
The rehab stint has redefined me;
that hygiene issue is behind me.
Most people find my pit bull pleasant;
no books are overdue at present.
Mistakes Were Made
Your check was probably mislaid;
I guarantee you will be paid.
My people screwed up on their own;
I would have stopped them had I known.
The problem must be what I feared;
the Internet is acting weird.
I never thought it was a crime;
everyone does it all the time.
I didn’t know there was a cop;
I must have been too drunk to stop.
My mother was a piece of work;
she didn’t mean to raise a jerk.
I kept hoping she would come alone.
She’s a gem, but he’s a kidney stone.