My wife has (a working diagnosis of) Kiss-my-Asperger’s.
— [I wouldn’t expect you to know what that means?
That’s more or less universal] —
I’ve just discovered, to my unwaning bewilderment,
(she has this problem you see –
it affects all her dealings with officialdom to a greater or lesser,
actually just a greater, degree)
…so anyway, in light of this particular business,
how do I fix this?
Ideally, if you could just send all the paperwork to me?
Of course she’ll agree –
she’s been putting it off since she was 23!
Will there be a fine?
(It can be buffered with wine!)
What’s hers is mine.
Even if it starts with a nine – and a minus sign.
Well, not really. There is a line…
Joining the dots
Just tangled knots
And lots of knots and dots…
I’ll wait to hear back from you.
In my voicemail queue.
I have more calls to get through…”