Of the morn’

Seth Ferranti

Jangle jambing stick the brick
The jungle gym is lickety split
So much that might be shorn
Of the morn’, of the morn’

Clumsy fingers strike the keys
With dreams of freedom to be
The life that’s led is worn
Of the morn’, of the morn’

The click of the keys tick
A random clattertrap trick
Announces the powerblast horn
Of the morn’, of the morn’

Spilt, kicked, and kilt
Dreams and hopes and merry milt
Be it ever more so torn
Of the morn’, of the morn’

Tangled and twisted as it may be
The sweet longing for liberty
Jailhouse lawyers galore
Of the morn’, of the morn’

Hocus pocus Haebeas corpus
Civil Jurist and serial dopists
The judge is yet forlorn
Of the morn’, of the morn’

 

WRITE THE AUTHOR A LETTER:
Seth M. Ferranti 18205-083
Federal Correctional Institute Gilmer
PO Box 6000 Unit B3
Glenville, WV 26351

Seth Ferranti's first book, Prison Stories, is available from http://www.gorillaconvict.com/