Seems crazy to me to pardon, excuse or reprieve,
If your innocent why respond to their heave.
If your removed from being under the law,
Don’t they end up changing it once and once more.
And on and on,
The merry go round,
Up in the air,
Down to the ground.
Happily marching,
Singing out tune.
Whatever the head knob,
wants with their staffoon.
Their designer suits and tailored pants,
Riding their horse been taught how to dance.
Strengthening their toes in Wrangler jeans,
Kicking their boots into bums bending been beves.