I used to have a good time
With the therapist
And she told me my poems
Were beautiful

And it's not fair
To experience
Something wonderful
And then have it end

Well I'm not emailing her
If I get a good job
Like she asked

I'm not ever contacting her

And I don't want to work
Or start my career

It will be just like
When I was 4
Sitting by the gate

Leave me alone
I have the Tao
And California avocados
Well, at least until

California is all dried up
And the U.N. will come
Swooping in
Making people leave

This state is my home