Dna

DNA can put you away in a place where the sun don’t shine, where the jail guitar doors and catwalk floors jangle into the base of the spine. Know the drill with years to kill and tramp ‘round the exercise yard, mark the time and toe the line or someone will mark your card. Fingerprints play all night and day on piano keys hard and fast, from ivory smudge, a hanging judge spoke a tuneless sentence passed. A moonlight sonata with Frankie Sinatra could beat you to pulp and grue, you pray and hope, keep your soap on a rope, don’t bend over to tie your shoe. “You’ve got to believe, I warrant reprieve, I’m innocent, framed, can’t you tell?” Comes the reply: “In a dead pig’s eye, you and everyone else here as well!”