Social Service Saviors
on line for 8 long hours
nervous and at a loss
how are their logistics organized?
what madman could be the boss?
they call my name, and I arise
"Sit Down!-Nevermind!" they bark
much to my surprise
my case manager's furrowed brow
gives clue to how he does feel
something's amiss in social service land
we're here to apply for benefits
we're not here to steal
I've gone through crap you'd not believe,
but this is just surreal
soon they called us aside
to admit their great mistake-
seems their internal communications
proved to be a sad, sad, sad, sad fake
now they tell me something
that I'm told that I must heed
I've got to come back twice more
to prove that i can read!
and if it turns out,
that i can read and write,
I must return again next day
to explain to them my plight!
I shake my body in disbelief
I shake and scratch my head,
for by the time these
Bozos get to help me
I'd be long buried, and long long gone-
and very, very dead!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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