Here's my entry, in free verse:
You guys have been really good to me.
I need no more gifts because I have been receiving, and still owe a couple of people.
I am strapped, but I am not piteous, no.
The wheel goes on turning in its rusty SCRRACKS
as I turn my eyes toward the world that moves without me.
I need no compressor when my lifestyle is already compressed.
No pity allowed.