US Citizenship and Immigration Services office

pierre opens my file
like i search my fridge

there’s nothing new to see
we’re just in limbo

the edge of hell
the period between lives
between death and the hereafter

my beef with pierre is
he never mentions money
he hates me because he can’t place me
i can’t leave, but i won’t apply to stay

pay me i ask instead
pay me and see what kind of theories i’ll spit

pigeons are actually government drones
a solar eclipse is an angel’s death
a flag is the only true weapon of mass destruction

pierre looks at me like we have anywhere else to be
we don’t.
i don’t think he has PTO

more theories:
pierre is me
limbo is walmart
my sin is everything in the cart i don’t need

pierre’s looking at me like i’m crazy
but how will he diagnose me without money?

i pitch capitalism to pierre again
it would make everything faster
by law, he has to listen so i yap

the money to remember morals
the money to rest
the money to repent of sins
the money for someone to listen
pierre defers my judgment

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