Jail Is Spacious, Yet Jail Is Jail Poem by lalitha iyer

up and down
i can go
right and left
let me march
ha ha ha
friends come and go
like winds of rain
they gush in jolly
yes, life is busy
canteens are funny
like dreamland honey
they are draped with coffee
dripping with teas and teens free
yet, unhappy prisoner am i
my wings clipped free
they did not ask me to pay the price
but wings did they take
furry coat they made
to clothe their happy pets
i am not alone i did say
lots and lots of jelly fishes
all swimming big breasted
a sight any killer whale loves
to swim around and dive to gulp
poor jelly fishes.

but mine is a different thing
i am a dying fish
with not fin or feelers or gills
little oxygen is enough
but that little is biasedly pent up by kingpins
pirates have landed upon my ship
and captain has sunk us to black sea magic
in the middle of the red sea he told me
i will wait and you pair with me there
i am dying in black seas, how to go to red sea
jailed inside the witched cabins
with a hawker and a hobbly-nobbly joker
hawker shall pawn even my heart
joker shall joke even about my ooops
i chatter, chatter, chatter all my day
to escape the dreadful clutter of the day
to ride the sun and end the day
i in clutter bake my bread, all sweet and jammed
creamed and scrambled eggs taste better
but the butcher never shaves his beard
and his prison looks are made of empty utters
he found the thief, he found the thief
may be tomorrow, he shall free all the empty prisoners alive.