Unshackle My Verse

Doing Time for the Rhyme I sat upon a park bench With a journal on my lap Writing out a limerick That I dreamed up in a nap An officer came strolling by He glanced down at my book His hand moved to his holster As in fear he clearly shook Now stop right there He boldly said eraser in his hand Put down that pen and step away He shouted in command What unlawful words are these He glared with bushy eyes It's just a little limerick sir I said in great surprise You can't express yourself like that This is a public park You should not even do those things When hiding in the dark You cannot write out words like that They're dangerous, words can kill You must have a license To possess that kind of skill I do not have a license sir To him I meekly said I'm simply trying to work out The thoughts within my head You unrepentant criminal I'll see that you do time A thousand days in jail And you'll give up this life of rhyme March 29, 2017