Last night, I had a troubling dream
It warned me of opportunity lost in jails
Morning arrived, bringing a letter with it
I turned it over in my hands,
wondering what the sheriff wanted from me
The aura of doom stamped on it made me hesitant
My ever present curiosity soon triumphed over my growing fear
Its contents explored, I watched my cigarette smolder in an ashtray
I didn't, and still don't want to face the reality of the situation
My freedom might be extingushed as quickly as my snipe
How can one come to terms with this kind of mistake?
I had messed with dugs
And the time had come to pay the piper
With my valueable freedom
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