Surviving prison is 90% mental,
I read somewhere today -- some shmo having a go,
no clue, about things he couldn't possibly know.
The main thing is having a plan for your dental.
Not for the reason you might think with your free thoughts,
all ha-ha schadenfreude there-but-for-the-grace,
but because there's no Obamacare. In your face,
The Man seems to say, heart full of frisky bon mots.
Well, I dunno. There are times when I feel sentenced
to an hour glass house filled with the prevailing rage
of a species falling apart, shaking the cage,
all bedlam babel crazy coop unrepentanced.
The noise is too much with us some sage used to say
then alpha-omegas got him and had their way.
