Land of Jail

Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake; to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool.  Who always flaunts like he’s hot but acts oh so cool, and he’s not, he’s not.  

Caged birds and vagabonds walk hand and hand but what goes wrong when the vag wants a cage and the bird wants a trail and the land of the free is the land of jail.  

Call me on my cell but its long distance call me in hell you can use 10-10-220 and you’ll save a pretty penny.  And the bird without a face will find safety in the race to the end of the somewhere rainbow.

Why?  I hear you come to me.  I need you here just come to me.  I want you here just come to me.  I’m in jail again.  Bail me out.