As I was letting down my hair,
I met a man who didn't care.
He didn't care again today -
I love it when they get that way!


My friends in the prison they ask it of me,
How good, how good does it feel to be free?
And I answer them back most mysteriously,
Are the birds free from the chains of the skyway?

Maybe not, but at least they're not banged up behind bars. I hate a smart-arse (present company excepted, of course).

Steve