The Unknown Poet
Somewhere West of No-Where
Life on the Outside
When I told them I would break out,
They told me I wasn't too smart.
Guess they were right, cause every night
I'm hangin' out at the Wal-Mart.
Life on the outside ain't easy.
There's never nothin' to do here.
Ho hum, boredum, all for freedom,
The price is much too steep, I fear.
So I go here and I go there,
But where am I, really?
I never end up anywhere
I really can be me.
A straitjacket of conformation,
I could never meet the "norm".
I'm society's affirmation
Of failed reform.
Wal-Mart canned me for being lewd,
And, well, that's when I realized
How much I miss cafeteria food,
Hey, I'm institutionalized.
I'm feining for a mental shock,
God knows I need the gloom.
Just slam the door and latch that lock,
I miss my rubber room!