The NDIS says no then it changes it's mind and says yes takes my things away
point me to the smart
measuring
accountant’s rapacity trajectory
that says I can be
or not be let to plan up my
next year forget
I am not a
business forget
that it is sending me
to the darkest
spaces of untrust the transactional
temple-gunner with a ticking timer
has returned and sends me letters
sends me forms tells me
get this by then and he will say
if I am deserving of
the things
I already have the limp the nightmares
the falling over
breaking bones
a webster pak and constant pain I don’t
know if I have it in
me to convince these dills
again or if I will just slide away
leave something better
whole
Bloody hell Kerri - what a rollercoaster of a ride (and poem!). I think we have to get the lawless lot onto these bureaucrats - they are f-ing around with your head, body and spirits. Virtual hugs from another lawless spirit:))
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