A schizo still causing a commotion
long after being corrected by the law,
I, a jaded boozer, long unemployed,
after waking where madmen drown
waiting for a fair maiden of the ocean
to provide a sweet ride to the shore,
hoped you would keep me buoyed
upon a fresh image, not salt a clown
in seawater, but no, we âpoor fools
are crazily addicted to controversy
and canât be trusted to obey the rulesâ
however long we beg you for mercy
and gasp for flair, feeling constricted
in the cold vice of crimes predicted.
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