My days in jail are over
Robbery with violence was the charge
Fifteen years of being sober
Have just ended, to hell with the judge
I hoped for a life sentence
With no parole, no nothing
I begged but he saw no sense
Homebound I am, theirs no stopping
The crime I committed was for a worthy course
One of extricating oneself from poverty and indignity
But fate and this selfish life have of course
Quashed the dreams I had, visions so great!
What dreams, visions?
Such a defeatist ideology
A sadistic escape from tribulations
A cowardly philosophy!
But, do I say
All the dirt is rightly behind me
I’m clean, purged by fifteen years in jail
With a new perspective life I now must see
I will just go
To the shanty I called home
To where I suffered so
Ho! Life is much better in prison!
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