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The Happiest Man I Ever Knew
The happiest man I ever knew
Sits in jail, guilty, free
Metaphorically, charged as was his due. The Newspaper headlines proclaim:
"Murderer jailed for life!"
Truth is, he ended his own life
And the guests gather to gorge
Sumptuously, viciously,
On the vulnerability
Proffered gently through iron bars,
And with insatiable cherry-stained mouth,
They drive away
In the metal and glass prisons
They call cars.
© Loretta J. Gaul January 2010
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