I BELONG BEHIND BARS

Your honor upon your endless hour of power
and dear jury sentenced here by notice with fury
and forced to be here by fear of being fined or to be my peer
just hear me and listen to the story before me
just a simple sentence or two before the cast
of the courtroom before it casts it's sentence of doom.
----I was a drowned sea king, drunk like a fish
depressed and pressed into seeking deep rest like the rest
when I found  my wish, kind of a kind dove, without looking
and hooking me , drawing me in and above like love
Amore' standing right there before me
a prime primal story of euphoria
primed all for the high and the fall
during the autumn enduring endearing
belief within endearing real life relief
Dead down rock bottom
Like a thief I sought 'em and bought 'em
from the cock head who brought 'em    
----But that was a long time ago
I think if I just drink and you just let me go
and I keep things tight and all of this in hindsight
and you retired in light despite
of what transpired a few nights ago
    That would be sweet----
Let me repeat, your honor upon her sweet seat
    That would be sweet----
    Just like you, I think (wink, wink)
You see, I was innocently walking the street
when I came across Jackin' Jill up by the landfill
She said she had some pills from refills, and I was drunk dumb
I was jacked-up on liquor and told that if I would lick her
she would give me some, if I went down on her, your honor
but I wasn't expecting any tranny-action transaction
upon seeing a dick, I quickly made a retraction
and if truly you believe that I licked him, understand
unduly, I am the truly deceived victim at hand
and I didn't jerk off "Jack-and-Jill" for a refill of a pilfered pill
for society anxiety sanity satiety----
-----Now jury, say it with me----
    "I'm a no-wit dipshit in deep shit."
Say it in a chorus to the forest before us what you mean and meant
for restful tests for the rest of us in your lamenting testiment
actually factually you're all just like all of us
detesting and confessing innocence, in a sense
to the pretense of the fall of us all, all of us.
I believe that I've risen beyond the need for your prison
I don't need shanks buried deep for a bad rap
I'm thinking I need to be drinking
with a sweet smiling dark-haired skank in my lap
emptying out all of the blonde from the tap
See, I don't belong with these physical and emotional scars
brought on by who stabbed me and who I had to stab
I BELONG BEHIND BARS....
With an endless tab......