Next life I will be a little higher on the pecking order.
No longer a dishwasher at the House of Pancakes,
or Ricky’s All Day Grill, or Sunday night small dog thief.
I will evolve into the Prince of Bullfrogs, crickets don’t bother,
swamp flies don’t bother me-I eat them. Alligators I avoid.
I urinate on lily pads mate across borders, continents at will.
Someone else from India can wash my dishes locally for me.
Forward all complaints to that religious office of Indian affairs.