What deeds will you turn today?

The intentional are strung on a web with all the animals
And there in their little cove they speak a dialect--
Making gestures of gentry
Having little rendesvous'es

I'll get up and turn a wheel at a chain restaurant,
That is my place for now
I am on probation
The world is not on probation
It is free to do what it wants,
Unlike me.

And soon I will be driving my own car.

And you, I will take your sad days
And turn them to a man
I will take your turn-aways
And do the best I can
I will take your anger
And bite my ******* tongue
And I won't let them send me to jail again
I can't be the only one