Fact Is...

So you want to be like me- you'd enjoy prison life you say and the Whetstone's edge of loneliness would never grind your surface away. And those nameless, hopeless entities that you think are real and whole would never be reflections of, your haunted, lifeless soul. And you'd never find yourself sinking, down into pits of apathy your food would be good, your "neighborhood" of the highest quality ther'd be no "real" criminals just Robin Hoods here and there and you'd never give in to feelings of worthlessness and despair. They would all be sad and believe you- that you're here on a bum rap, you'd never become nervous or jump at the slightest finger snap. And you'd never be caught dead praying to God with all your might- praying that He grant you just one more moment of pure air and light. The walls you say, would not remind you, of ones you built yourself, and you'd never park your streetwise "wisdom" there, upon a shelf. You'd enjoy prison life you say, then come, and join me and others who think they are "cool" but change that word by one letter friend, and you'll find that you're really a Fool! * Writen about 26 years ago.