MY LAST BIG MENTAL
I shored you up against my big monstrosity : I was
a killer doing time in prison, I had an extortion
ring larger than Hell. Everything I've ever done
was done with such good intentions for all.
Then, when that willow tree finally died
and the water had all dried up where the
bog used to be when we lived there, the
landscape got dizzy and arid. So boring,
and tiresome, and trite. They caught up
to me on the 23rd of that June. Two
years later, 5-7 for 'motivationally
aberrant behavior,' and here I am.
Who ever heard of such a thing?
Even my appointed lawyer said
it was a first for him.