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Open Poetry #41

Jailhouse Blues

Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2007-08-29 01:39 PM

O' would it be I could depart to a more salubrious clime,
And leave behind my nefarious past of want and waste and crime,
But no, alas, I must remain, for I have not the key,
To the cell in which I waste, and ever shall I be,
Because the judge, a learn'ed man, decked out in black robed splendor,
Said, "Young man, you might not like, the sentence I now render.
To say to you now one time more, if you do the crime, you do the time
You've learned your lesson not, perhaps the slime, perhaps the grime,
In which you were raised has led you astray? but that is no excuse,
For the crime you committed, I'll be direct, I'll not be obtuse,
Your sentence is life, the rest of your days, the rest of your nights,
You shall not be free, no walks in the park, no more civil rights."

I can't help myself, I must do the deed, an uncontrollable urge!
O' what can I do? How can I stop? How can I this evil to purge?
As I lay in my cell, I feel the urge swell, I must do my crime one time more,
I reach my arms out, it's now in my grasp, though it all my cell buddy's snore,
It is now in my mouth, that infernal thing, attached to my pillow, I gnaw,
Finally it's off, with its message so clear, Do not remove tag, under penalty of law.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2007-08-29 06:18 PM

quote:
Your sentence is life, the rest of your days, the rest of your nights,

Great sentence, stressing the greatest challenge we have to face... every day and every night.

Intriguing!

Love,
Margherita

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