Why the birds create

I as a cellmate

Didn’t know what to do

Cause the crime rate

I’m a believer

On the paths of life

That I’m trying to get to tonight

In order for me to have

Eyesight for the blind

Film it then press rewind

Feeling the earth grind

I find peace of mind

Letting letters out

Of their boxes

Sly foxes 

And their eye sockets

Now give me your wallet

#poetry

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