Bed Label

A cloth tag on my bed disturbs me So much so that it woke me up from sleep I prayed that it would go away In reality it will be there till doomsday But that's not all I know the ways of labels They get their way Manufacturers protect them So does the law It reads as plain as day “Do Not Remove This Tag Under Penalty of Prosecution or Persecution” Some such nonsense…something like that…. It's too much for a simple man like me I fear authority and prison But I can't continue with this obnoxious thing First, I placed a pillow over it Tags don't need oxygen to breath Labels are persistent, persevering Even resolute in their condition to prevail I could shoot it with a gun No. That's no good Smoke and noise don't scare it Bullets hardly tear it A relentless dangling appendage to the end remains Clinging to the ends of beds Duct tape was next But I knew that words continued underneath Also hidden by sheets The butcher knife would have to do Savagely removed…blood curdling rips and cuts I blew a fuse..... My bed is new No one could refute that now Now my life is through I am tagged as a bed label fugitive Furniture police men hunt me down I could be executed… or incarcerated Made to make amends, repairs… or even face the chair