Having written nothing
for poetry month,
last year's admonition
rings in my ears:

Ten thousand IRS agents
will then audit your dreams
and tax your wits as never before!
For withholding verse
from the American people, offenders
will be sewn into giant pig bladders
and buffeted through eternity
by ill-smelling winds, and so forth,
among other just and appropriate penalties
as prescribed by law.