Prison (Pt. 3)

Skits and harpoons

In the hallway

Taking turns lifting skirts

With nothing to say

No hate, no shame

Who are they to blame?

Blessing decorated candles

Can't abdicate your crimes

Now I'm late for soccer

In death I'll be unnamed

Criss-crossed and lost

On winter horizons

But I'm still here

So stacks and shacks

TV cracks and slacks

Won't tilt me overboard

Let us ride

Straight out on moonlight

Riding gilded Pegasus

Breaching this sordid reality

And we will

And on a dime

But in these shoes?

Not in these shoes

I need to shave this beard

And roast these knuckles

The ceremony begs perfection

In craft and reflection

Bear witness to an agile state

Pouncing from building to building

Is it not amazing?

Eh, too blind to notice

Like they didn't

The sheep and the kettle

Bantering on about quasars

Swallowing rain and laughing

But shouldn't we?

What should we?

If there was a should

I'd be an octopus dinner

But I'm not

Therefore

I do not exist

You do not exist

And we'll all live

Happily ever after