I have it!
I have the key to my chains,
The key to my cell!
Seems someone took the pains
To pay my bail.
I can put aside my plans to flee
For I am free to leave,
To live my life in reprieve.
I am free!
Free to go home,
To roam wherever I please,
To be at ease.
To finally cease my constant wheeze
Chronic cough, persistent sneeze.
I dream of hot baths,
Clean clothes to wear
And as much fine food as I dare to bear.
After all, I am free…
Free to remain, free to stay,
Be sure of three square meals a day.
Not toiling all day for pay
Have friends that take me as I am
Not the world that goes mum in my presence;
With their eyes, judging my very essence,
With no pretense that they wish me past tense.
So I’ll trade my exit for my current existence:
For bed-bugs and lice
And kitchens crawling with mice.
For my filthy wear
And the stench-filled excuse for air.
I will keep my chains
And take pains to survive the serial psychopaths
And mad mass murderers.
I’ll have to think quick
To avert the guards wrath, escaping unhurt,
And ignore the winks of our local prison pervert.
Better this
Than the horrors and hate the world exerts…
After all, I am free…
John 3:16