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!”
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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