He got got seven years hard time.
It felt like forty-nine.
He got caught with several bones.
It wasn’t such a crime.
On his appeal, he made a deal.
He said he’d name some names.
But then refused, he won’t be used,
he would not play their games.
And so he sat inside a cage
just like a dog for years.
He may have bent, but never broke
or let them see his tears.
And on the day of his release,
he swore he’d rather die
than let them take him back again,
then went home and got high.
Better to live like dogs, he said,
unleashed and free of rules,
than subjugate all action
to a code devised by fools.