To Jail We Go
Rondeau
DGW 9-6-13
Go my words, particularly,
Or to be even more precise,
Goes my power of speech, a vice
When left alone, to custody.
Wait--thinking is accessory,
And to thought, perception is key:
Open and close the cell door thrice!
To jail we go.
I perceive mechanically,
But God knowingly machines the
Earth. And he makes the Earth entice!
So remand God. And grab the dice:
We'll be four at Pictionary.
To jail we go.
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