A Prisoner's Justice

Then dangle it over my head,
Why dont you?
That'll teach an infidel
like me
who's pulling the strings
make me your puppet
Justice is nothing more
than poor judgment that belongs to yesterday
disrupting all subsequent
Right?
then what is justice
For me it is a perfect girl with a husband
who isn't me
always what we cant have
always all we want
If justice were but fairness
If justice were but common sense
a tree stump where new growth begins
a prisoner's justice stalks him
some pages write themselves
some we get to write ourselves
some have already been written
read em and weep said the judge
echoing and echo and echoin the law
A convict looked up at an american sky
Not a spec of hope he saw