sorenbarrett

Insanity

While working at a prison

met an old man gray and wisened

In Mexico, as a child he lived in a caboose

From a fall on the rail, his brains came loose

 

His mother stuffed them back in

Round his head a rag tied under his chin

Too poor for a doctor or care

He got better on his own, but talked to thin air

 

Later he was drafted for the war

But soon broke down once more

Whether insulin or shock therapy

It didn\'t matter much you see

 

Married a woman 30 years older than he

With three grand daughters 10, 7 and 3

He was drinking real heavy

When a voice came from his Chevy

 

It told him to kill them, to the last one

So he took down and loaded his shotgun

He blew off their heads

Then raped the dead bodies in their beds

 

After this emotional release

He calmly called the police

He told them the devil had spiked his alcohol

Demonically enslaved, he was orderd to kill them one and all

Tried, convicted, ordered to die

Now all he did was sit and cry

Commuted, was his death sentence

But there will be no transcendence

 

Without any medication

Not noticing my invasion

I sat next to him in the dark of the night

While he fought his internal demonic fight

 

I could feel his hot breath in the prison cell

Ranting at the devil for jailing him in a living hell

Down the hall guards muttered away

About how tomorrow would be another day