Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.

The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.

Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.

Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry