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Jail Bird
Who is he?
This man of mystery
Who is the great orator of liturgy?
Is he a timely courtier for matrimony?
Or is he one assigned to set me in apathy
Is he a road block in my road
Is he disguised as prince but a toad?
Maybe he is my prince in shining armor
He could be one sent from the father.
It all seems so right
It is almost addictive
I might become a grafted relative
The jailbird set me free
The jailbird untied me
He saw me as if unturned
The jailbird made me churn
Into creamed butter
He spread my mind all over
Now I collect myself
From this high speed race
Has me floating in space
It is time to ground my feet
This was a staggering one to meet
For the promises made were so great
But I doubt that he can ever keep
Them, for ignorant bliss
Is shamed by the revealing kiss
But I must say I have found some freedom
Nonetheless
For he warmed my soul and my frozen breast.
