In Jail(c) by Michael Casey

In Jail(c)

By Michael Casey

In Jail

is when you are not free

but a cage can be made of many things

bars do not  make a cage

when you close your eyes you can be anywhere

anywhere you imagination can take you

you can dream of the perfect man in bed beside you

or the perfect woman

they may even be the ones your married

or the ones you live with

or it may even be Bella Emberg

you can google her, you will smile

but the most important thing

are the eyes, and the space between

her ears, her brain, her love, her laughter

I was always accused of marrying for looks

But I never did, nobody believed me

But a fact is a fact, even if nobody believes

Trump should realise that too

Which brings us back to Trump

He should be in Jail

But GOP has lost its morality

So Trump could even be President again

Joe has to stop being so woke

and get stuff on the statue books

Or the Plague will return

But back to jails

So long as you have an IMAGINATION

then you are always free

look at me, yes marry me for my looks

well what you  see of me in your imagination

Nelson Mandela keeps his spirits b reading in jail

And then he was so Forgiving

Unlike Corrupt folks there and all over the world

Just pay Politicians well, and make them live

in a Glass Cage, then maybe no corruption

though south facing side of the glass would be worth something

Our Bodies can be our cage too, no matter what our age

People just want me for my looks and firm backside

Ladies are so jealous of me, or maybe I'm imagining it

John Lennon was our lodger you know, he worked in GKN

down the road, just imagine it, You Got the Beatle as 

Mrs Moylan said, her son is a Peer now you know

hello Danny if you are reading this, I even chased him 

up the road throwing snowballs at him, and his mum was thinking

of buying a trunk before he went to South Africa, diplomat and all

that

We had 3 Oxford and a Cambridge come from our street, as well

as 2 PhDs from the neighbours, and then there was me

So I won't listen to any nonsense about being from a Poor Background

We all went to Mass at Saint Patrick's Dudley Rd too

Stopped for a coffee, now I'm back with you

A hot coffee does make a difference, but what is more important

Hot Love, no not the bedroom sort, though that's always good

But having parents, friends, family who  love and encourage you

even if all they do is supply hot drinks when you need them

The only Jail is the one you allow to be built around you

Somebody who thinks he is the master of the Universe is actually in jail

Because he has no imagination, so there are limits to him

But you, maybe locked up in a PRISON CELL BY PUTIN

You are free totally free, and you  can accomplish ANYTHING

Everything else will pass and wither and die

So Stay Happy Always

Your Time will Come

Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England