7 June 2012
His original escape plan was flawed In his deck chair he schemed some more He thought of a cunning idea A sure way to escape from out of here
It was diner time in late June With his plastic cutlery he'd be free soon In two weeks or so in mid July He would surely be free if he tried
With his plastic spoon he began to dig Deep down and now he was committed to it Two weeks in burrowing at night Freedom was in his sights
He made his way up to the surface With anticipation and a purpose He was greeted with a laugh and a cheer As the other crazies laughed in tears The dining room was short on plastic spoons And grumpily he said, "fuck sake, I have quite a few." The orderly, Sienna, ushered him to his room Saying, "Your crazy, you cannot escape you silly loon, Try again when it's a full moon."
Craziville - Home (Part 2) • Opuss № I