Sweet Virginia

I got a letter from the government. It said let there be night. I went through your trash. There was night, all right. I consider how your light is spent. I have butterflies a little bit. I have some pills I take for it. I’ve been up since four the day before. Agony’s a cinch to sham. Don’t worry about the environment. Let it kill us if  it can. I give a tiny tinker’s damn. I put the ox behind the cart. Consume away my snow-blind heart. Fastened to a service animal it is waiting for the beep. It is waiting for the right to change. Hello, I know you’re there, pick up.