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Captured On Earth

I went to this new world
They knew not what to think
It became clear, It unfurled
Once understood it curled

As a guest I'd get a decision
Then they said I was a prisoner 
A prisoner gets no vision
For you are locked in our prison

Locked in a glass cage
For amusement I imagine
I did not display my age
Only demonstrations of rage

Watching all, Biding my time
I'm getting outa here
Quietly sitting, Could embarrass a mime
Gonna show them moves from my prime

Opened the portal to give me food
Your mistake, I MEAN it!
I let loose on the whole brood
I'd tell you the rest but I'm to rude!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Theraven Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM
I don't know why but your poem reminds me of Cool Hand Luke. "Still shakin' it, boss, still shakin'. I'm shakin' it, boss." Keep shakin' the bush Jay. -Richard
Moore Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 11:14 AM
Thanks. love that movie. Talk bout a yesterday show. Thanks man
Horsman Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 5:58 PM
An exercise on the way it is,,,the poetry is superb, so is the imagery..love it
Moore Avatar
November 1, 2018 at 7:06 AM
Who said it was imagination Mr. Harry! Thank you brotherman.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 12:47 AM
Locked in a glass cage. I am really pondering this, as it gives me so many new ideas! Thank you for always inspiring me, Jay.
Moore Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 6:46 AM
You inspire me also. So we're even. Thanks Caren
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