As The Jailbird Sings

Pain for pleasure,
A body full of ink.
All just for leisure?
Why did his heart sink?

Two by four,
In it he lives,
Was it on purpose,
The criminal life he lives?

O' jail me up,
The jailbird sings.
For if you let me out,
My heart then will sink.

On him mounted,
Love birds on his chest.
Did he get what he wanted?
Seems like more of a mess.

An embarrassment;
to the people around him.
What more can he ask for,
When the lights begin to dim?

Thoughts linger,
To what extent does he want it to go?
Before he sees the danger,
that will eventually stop the flow.

The song he sings,
Again and again,
To no such person,
All in vain.

All these and such,
More than less,
You asked for too much,
Just to impress.

I rather sink,
Than not to sing.
'Kill me now' said he,
Cos' I'm an embarrassment to thee.




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.