POEM: Nonsense

pounding out a soul song
read it right, don’t get it wrong
wait for cops to come along
and move me back to my cell
 
there is an iron kind of hell
i heard the cry and felt the swell
after life had rung my bell,
and doused me in a sea of hope
 
seek out neither king nor Pope
you’ll end up hanging by the rope
a poor and pitiless lonely dope
who never learned right from wrong

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