Cool Hand Luke / Paul Newman
Torn apart a heart, not a soul,
you struggle.
No matter, you stay the course
stay whole.
Blue eyes brash, brazen,
ashen blonde hair
fight the establishment
“What the hell did you care!”
Cut the heads of the parking meters
like the Red Queen in Alice,
a laughing lunatic drunk on inequity
for that you get a chain gang,
no King's palace.
Even incarcerated you nobly rise.
Tyranny can not your spirit abide.
You run, you loose, your life controlled
a prisoner in the south’s underbelly.
You’re not paroled.
And, in the end you’re told
“Only bastards and cream rise, George.”
And, you’re neither.
And, so you see
I rationalize my success
and my failure for
neither am I.
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