I’m quick to realize exactly where I am
Oh no.
Oh shit.
Oh not again.
The spectacle unfolds in the large, frigid block
Varied characters exchange many words
But there is little solace to be found
In any of them
The Incredible Hulk paces about
Cursing Fate and the choices he made that night
He makes sure everyone is aware of his plight, many times
He must be quite cold, I think to myself
Woody the Cowboy sits propped against the wall
Out like a light
There’s no snake in his boot
But there is vomit down his front
Mr. Cool Guy is pissing his pants in the corner
A few of us are forced to relocate
He tries to deny it but I saw you man
I saw you piss your pants
And I? A poor and wretched boy
Stripped of aught and all that made my costume
Except for the soot on my face
You could hardly tell I was to be a Chimney Sweep
We wait, Brothers in captivity
To hear our number called
Without food, without water, without a decent place to go to the bathroom
It proves impossible to sleep in that terrible room, so I don’t
I just sit, sit and think
When all of this is said and done, and all my fines are paid
And I have spent time driving back and forth between the Courthouse
I still won’t have learned a damn thing
A sobering thought.
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