I lost, as they used to say, my situation.
So after shaking my fist in the air
I went to the office of my former agent.
But I didn’t see any proper names in there –
just some drunks and a few odd down-and-outs.
I spoke with one man who said he was sad to say
he’d left the whale only to fall back through the spout.
He seemed to be heading from Z to A.
The receptionist sure wasn’t very refined:
“Be patient. Put your ass in your chair and stay there.
This is the bureau where names are assigned.
Don’t thank me – I’m not doing you any favor.
Some come seeking status, some position, some fame.
Things change when you are summoned to your name.
For this reason we ask that you sign this waiver.”
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