It’s the
Poetic prison
Satanic vision
I have to escape
It’s the
Western canon
The blooming season
I struggle with
And I’ll stay out of the world
Stick to my bed frame
If I don’t move,
There will be no fathers,
No teachers,
No authors,
No Jesus
All my life
New contexts
for me to escape
All my life
New families
I struggle with
I’ll stay out of the world
And stick to my bed frame
If I don’t move,
There will be no fathers,
No teachers,
No authors,
No Jesus,
So no prison,
No prison,
No prison,
No prison,
For me