I’ll be sentenced to a Bates Motel-like cell of doom.

Everything, I’ve realized, has been a total sham,

organized, through history, by Uncle Sam I Am.

I danced through school the total fool and fell into the war.

I didn’t know a thing of life or what its rules were for.

I soon found out that in was out and up was often down.

The stealer was the healer. The hero was the clown.

I took to shelter, helter skelter, life in dreams my den.

Some years ago I was at peace. I can’t remember when.