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POETIC JUSTICE - Birdman of Easyville

The gavel slammed its judgement down On my impassioned plea Doomed to run-on sentences Served concurrently My term began an infinite jest Time after time, time without rest On and on, again and again Ad infinitum, days without end Illicit contraband stashed in my sock Wearing a jumpsuit here on The Rock Sand in an hourglass keeps me in hock Forever and ever, and ever so more Each day and night a grim tug of war Idle in lockdown with yada, yada, yada Etcetera, etcetera, and desiderata Oblivion’s limbo looms dry as a drought The light at the end of the funnel runs out As the wastewater swirls down the drain And my hair falls away from my brain While the ferryman’s taking his toll And the calendar’s carving my soul Into tidy, discrete prison blocks Where hands slap the faces of clocks Till you can’t tell the ticks from the tocks And the warden keeps changing the locks While my nightmares add weight to the years By retelling my worst childhood fears When the ragman went lurking about By that streetlight that always was out On the playground there by the church With dead eyes and black-market merch As the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round Like prison yard walks, but I’m still glory bound I curse the screws, flip a finger to the void And serve my penalty in splendid isolation Not defeated, just righteously annoyed Of the benefits that come with doing time in the hole The best is being favored with a birdman's soul Freedom is being satisfied with the terms of one's confinement.

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