you look so ready to kill me   with your bosses saw   Mendocino, Klamath, Siskiyou, Shasta   a wasp will find its way into your   pointless life   its stinger will sting you away   this where I live   dripping and marked from your paint   Jesus is wondering if even He can love you   oh this is where I live   a pox upon your house   (a nuthatch will never bow)   (a crossbill will never bow)   will you turn me to money?   will I shat my poison egg in your mouth?   signed with my conifer blood   this plastic coffin always in the shade of   your sickening daughters and   your idiotic hobbler wife   this is where I live   community college is waiting for them