Power and fame requires discipline
No such thing as a lawless hero or heroine
The scope of celebration is the scope of condemnation
You cannot sway a nation to refute your apprehension
Once you are caught defying the norms
For you'll be in convict's uniform
May God help us in the day of applause
For it's then that the devil unleashes his clause
Feeding you with the facade that you're above board
That sin is premium life that many can't afford
That repentance is needless if you can pay your way out
And that piety is for those who can't throw their weight about
Hear the saying echoing through time's hall
That the bigger they are, the harder they fall
It is a witnessing that left very few exceptions
Drawing a large count of victims in its processions
A marching band playing and stomping into destruction
Will you be in the smaller or larger faction?
It is in greatness that one ought be most conscious
It is in convenience that ought be cautious
Some roam to free and become jailbirds
Having traversed outside all virtuous girds
But those that take it as a divine gift
Keep on the trajectory of lift
K. Muitherero.
Categories:
jailbirds, power,
Form: Rhyme
Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute joviality,
Jerry was accepted as the jubilant jezebel of this locality.
Categories:
jailbirds, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Hard Case
Brubaker was a real big fat fecker
He lived by the jail and hunted escaped cons
Using three Bloodhouds and his wits
He carried a shotgun loaded for cons
With rock salt to maim but not kill
Brubaker was a hard case
Being an ex con from the same jail
He was offered a job for his skills
Help us catch fleeing jailbirds
And we won't lock you up
Call yourself a semi-peace officer
Halfway between good and bad
A job needs doing and its yours
Searching the fields woods and rivers
For smart or not too smart cons
None have escaped or beaten you yet
Coz once you were one of them...
Categories:
jailbirds, america, jobs, judgement, prison,
Form: Blank verse
here
are those
whose bones inhabit clothes
and muscles feed on flesh
except for mine —
here in concrete and florescent light
between closing walls and slamming locks
where the doors bear names
and all things soft and sensuous
are excluded
and nourishment so circumscribed
it’s turned to medicine
and even sleep is rationed
and even the sun shines just
one hour per day
men here
some with hearts of porphyry
but more with hearts all made of bruises
and men whose hearts beat scherzo time
to mock the waltzing world
men more varied
than all the work-day men
who stumbled into power’s ken
and there must bide
sharing time to kill their numbers
where solo time is hard —
here
in jail
serving to remind the rest
that freedom’s theirs who use it less
Categories:
jailbirds, prison,
Form: Free verse
Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.
The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.
The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.
Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
Categories:
jailbirds, angst, patriotic, political, social,
Form: Blank verse
Oh Lord,forgive the arresting officer
who first caught me when I committed crime__
for destroying my future.
Again,I pray to blindfold the inspector of police__
that He may order police officers to delete my
picture and name from the 'wanted persons list'__
Also, make lazy police officers assigned to arrest
me from my hiding place__
Jail changed my life!
chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to hardcore Jailbirds
Categories:
jailbirds, forgiveness, funny,
Form: Clerihew
The bachelor sits alone
eating his microwaved dinner
the commercials say they're tasty
but he begs to differ.
tonight, its pot roast and beans
for dessert, a lousy brownie
honestly, I wouldn't serve this to the jailbirds
locked up at county.
They're cheap and easy to fix
or so they say
comes complete with a sheet of plastic
encased in a collectible tin tray
the advertising is clever
using words like low fat and carb free
but can someone please explain
what is a vegetable medley?
The bachelor unhappy with the evening's cuisine
grabs a book and takes a pill
it's for insomnia
not the kind to give you a thrill
shortly, the words are running together
the pill is doing its job
in a few more years
its teeth in a glass
and no more corn on the cob
The bachelor accepts
that he's challenged in cooking
and frozen nutrition will have to suffice
but what he can't understand
is why it takes him a half an hour
to cook a bag of minute rice.
Categories:
jailbirds,
Form: Rhyme