The prisoner is unrepentant
Irrational with such time spent and
Giggles when they ask me to explain
Inane and simple:
Bars bar thought, bastard
Only recourse is to execute
I hope my exit′s cute
With a wry smile,
Third eye
Tunnel-viewing through my cranium
Chakratic interface
Interlaced with turbulence
A swirling mess I must confess
If words should mark my death
I′d rather speak them
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