I cannot breath
Take me out of this place
These roses are suffocating
If I tell a lie, would you know?
No I couldn’t tell a lie anyway
Should I go?
Just to get out
If I said “I always lie”
It couldn’t be true
Because that in itself would have to be a lie
Perplexing, isn’t it
Won’t that be a lie for any person to say
To say this wouldn’t confuse one unless the dwell on it
Noone would dwell on it
Take it from a ghost
None would dwell on me
Lying will get you everywhere
It worked for my grandson
Someone once said “I think therefore I am”
What if I am not or never way
What if I didn’t think
Would I still have been
We adults tell kids
Think before you act
I now ask how do the act when they don’t think
They couldn’t do it
They wouldn’t have acted
People have to think hard to lie
At least for a good lie
You should try it one day
Find all of the possible outcomes
Don’t get caught
If it’s that big of a lie
Yes make sure it’s a big lie
If you can get caught then you can’t afford to lie
If people did not think
They would be slaves
What would they do
Not what they want
Which is nothing
Would you like to know how it feels in this prison
Knowing that in a few years time
Anyone involved
Will be to scared
To do what’s right
I won’t tell you how it feels
It’s just a coffin
It’s nothing else
Except for my prison
All I can do is think
At least until I’m six feet under
Then I am free
I think of my grandson ending up here
Since we’ve both done bad things
I’ll ask him why he did his
And he can ask me too
How did it feel in your coffin jr.
I’ll ask him in hell
He’s got the rest of his long life to think about me
I always was
Now I am not
Take me out of this place
Very own prison
These roses are suffocating
No wait I'm not breathing
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