Barabbas Freed
By Johnny Webb

 

"I am innocent of this man's blood," he said. "It is your responsibility!"

All the people answered, "Let his blood be on us and on our children!"

-Matthew 27:25

O-conflict of the sea, Barabbas has been freed!

She's slipped away, out through that gate

and is a-comin' home to me!

She's got eighty days to think about her horrible crimes

now; pocket-fulls of candy, the toilet seat she nabbed

from that ARCO station, and her parents credit cards.

O-I can see her now and it is truly a pitiful sight;

sitting on her bed in her hard little cage, spitting

into the toilet. Maybe she could hold it for eighty days.

O-conflict of the sea, Barabbas has been freed!

She's slipped away, out through that gate

and is a-comin' home to me!

Eighty days is a long time for a 19 year-old girl to

spend locked up with a bunch of thieves, crackheads, killers

peder-asses, hoodlums, bitch bull dikes, and monkey fuckers.

It just doesn't seem right.

I hear she's doing well though. She's a trustee now.

She makes around five bucks a week unloading trucks. They

even let her take smoke breaks. (two per day)

O-conflict of the sea, Barabbas has been freed!

She's slipped away, out through that gate

and is a-comin' home to me!

When she was pulled over, with her sticking spike stuck

tight in her striped sock and her compact all packed with

the junk, she must have been shitting her pants. She must have

seen the last few years flutter by on a screen in her head.

And when they took her away, leaving her car in the

custody of the ghetto with its denizens fencing over it

with their syringes, she must have heard her parents

chastising her like they always do.

O-conflict of the sea, Barabbas has been freed!

She's slipped away, out through that gate

and is a-comin' home to me!

When she's finally released, torn out of those county

browns and stuck back into the maw of El Paso will she

have the county blues? Will she be back up to her old

tricks? Peddling her ass for another fix? She says

that's she's not sure.

Lord knows her angels have never liked her too much and

the money don't like her much neither. I'll do what I can

but you know that ultimately it's on her hands.

O-conflict of the sea . . .