Jailbirds Have No Wings

Jailbirds have no wings, they can never fly

As a prison cell becomes their home, sometimes they cry

In a not so comfortable concrete room, they come to nest

Lost in a cold world behind bars they do rest, for failing life's test

By the way, jailbirds have no wings, they can never fly

Iron shackles they wear when traveling between corridors and courtrooms

Revolving doors slam as they lockdown, the warden holds the freedom key

Drunk driver's beware when you enter this place, no smirk on your face

Sober up pal, as you take a number upon your chest, you failed the test

 

Haven for criminals behind these walls, no privacy in the bathroom stalls

A prison ain't no palace, just ask Alice...

Vision of sugar plums dance in your head, watch your back or end up dead

Even guards you can't trust with your life, wonder who's with your wife?

 

No building castles in the sand, you'll be making licence plates by hand

Out on the streets you've seen us, now you're one of us...

 

Welcome home bro,

I give you fair warning in poetry & prose to every drunk driver I meet

Not to take slightly this advice, think twice, and forfeit those keys

Get down on your knees, beg & plead, no sympathy will you get from me

So long, jailbird...

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

A very thought provoking write that all who read should remember before
getting behind the wheel, drunk!