Dear all powerful and all knowing government. I’m writing this poem as a supplement to my application for benefits due to my PTSD. I was asked by Dr. Martini to provide some context for my PTSD. 

I’m going to start by mentioning people in my life who got ptsd and how it relates to my condition.

Matt got PTSD from shooting brown children in the desert.

Mom got PTSD from falling in the front yard.

I have PTSD because my foreskin was taken from me at birth. 

I was born with trauma in this world and I’m ready for my benefits now.

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Karen got PTSD from her work environment 

Paul got PTSD from his vasectomy 

Chad got PTSD from not being able to spend the night at friends houses 

Kevin got PTSD from alcohol 

(Deep sigh) 

Pity is my only emotion left

After all these years of razor perception 

This is signed off from my therapist, these are the reasons , I’m gonna start with the people. I know that have PTSD and then relate to me losing my foreskin at birth gave me PTSD. 

It’s a poem how did you get PTSD I shop brown children in the desert how did you get PTSD my foreskin was taken from me at birth how did you get how did your mom get PTSD she fell in the front yard