To the Administration

Forget that I’ve got legs filled with sycamore and strings enough to garrote myself, or you. I’ll not invoke your name in the silent daylight, nor in the laden hours after. I’ve got enough voodoo to tell how this is all going to end and I see a horseman in white, no in blue. He’s got two heads and a ferocious backhand, is followed by twin queens with smirking hands crowned with marigolds. They say, “Words are fluid enough to drown in. Beware the one with a tongue half as bright as the moon.”