Sleep arrested me
And despite this crowded cell
I’m declining bail



Being popular’s a bore
But I’m not in it for the plaudits:
Making money leads to audits.
Lucky me! I’m spared that chore.

Let Freedom Ring v. 3.79

Mass shootings happen all the time
Without a reason, but with rhyme:
For thoughts and prayers and guns, demand
Will spike, but changes won’t be planned.
Still, best be safe: Shore up your stock
Of weaponry in case the shock
Of this one causes such regret
That we’ll do what we haven’t yet,
By which I mean, a single thing…
I kid! We won’t. Let freedom ring.