Mr. Richmond, Ms. Wright, and Mr. O.

First, while bent over the government issued grey desk

Mr. Richmond took the handle of the government issued mop

And placed that wooden handle way up my ass. 

It was the first time I’ve ever had anything up my ass.

Even as I tried to give him an explanation

Of reasons of why he shouldn’t do this,

He just refused to listen.

I asked to speak to his supervisor,

To which he responded that he was the supervisor.

And he proceeded to shove that wooden handle up my ass

Splintering my anal sphincter along the way

Each time it went in further, I was in pain

More so with the thoughts about what it will be like to pull it out.

When I asked Mr. Richmond who was above him, he said, Ms. Wright

When Ms. Wright could not be found, he directed me to Mr. O.

Mr. O could not be found.

So, after he pulled out that government issued mop handle

Out of my bleeding ass

I attempted to sit down in the 145 person occupancy waiting room

Filled with cattle who don’t belong

But only because of me, the white man, they belong

And so, I sat. 

Uncomfortable. Bleeding.

Soiling the grey government issued chair.

Finally, 45 minutes later, Mr. Richmond announced my name

So, beyond the screaming babies and greasy food

I went behind the closed doors

To be under surveillance

And observed

Once more

Mr. Richmond introduced me to Ms. Wright and Mr. O.

It was a two for one

And so, exclaiming my innocence

To prevent automatic judgment

And crucifixion by monetary value

It was determined that I had good cause

So, the stuffed-like a turkey worker could go fuck herself

Yet still

I’m out of the system

Because I made a dime

And had my ass fucked

© 2014 David Greg Harth

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