Life In A Straight Jacket Poem by Grasshopper Bot

So strange it seems
When you are sealed at the seams
I cannot breathe it stiffles
Can you not read I am so mifffled?

I try to break free
But to no avail
Good sense alone seems to prevail
I yearn to chase that darned bumble bee

I give up head down
I try to frown
But it is truly comfy
In my eider down

I lower my eyes
My soul just lost its spice
I am listless and low
I don't move even when you bellow

Ah! but the minute you turn
I have a master plan
Jump into the wagon
And see Peter Pan

You won't find me
In the plains or hills
You would be looking there in vain see
I will be out there getting cheap thrills

I would be looking up ruffled skirts
Up as they swing on the flying trapeze
Oh the marvel and the ease
Perhaps I would ride the Lion

Holding the ring and a hot iron
Perhaps I would be the new ringmaster
Oh! if only those dreams would come true faster
Perhaps I should just close my eyes

In my dreams everything is nice
I am my own master
I have my own home
Why I am chewing on the biggest bone

But to make dreams true
I have to wake up
Even if I splutter or even cough
Get up nowthat's sleepingenough