Cancellation in hand, I go to Disable Hdqtrs to beg for mercy

I went downtown today with the sun less
a scorcher than most days nowadays, and
less humid for sure. Last nite spent hours
going thru every shred of paper I could
find, throwing away stuff not absolutely of
hi-est importance. I even found a note
with my "Date of Landing" in Canada way
back when - 1967! ~ arriving from my land
of birth and very much still dearly beloved.

The lady told me what I knew: I'm in trouble.
I'm undocumented since the landlady threw
out all my immigration documents and the
album of photos of my mom. The latter lady
I really can't warm up to, the former lady at
that moment this morning rite in front of me
behind the glass partition was amenable enuff.

She gave me three photocopies for the digital
file they had on me - these photocopies are
in lieu of zero, and I'm supposed to parlay them
with Old Age Benefits, while I go to Immigration
for further parlay, for which I need my US
birthcertificate from the great Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania, for which certificate I need a
government official photograph, for which I need
to go to the US Consulate. That's as in consul,
not as in console.

Dread.