22 Jun 2016 – The Prisoner

You’ve practiced writing your confession half a million times.
Donuts and coffee always cheat the justice you demand,
each day beseeching to be taken into custody.
“Come back next week” they shout, but markets need a middle man.

Parole’s forever out of reach if you’re not in a cage.
You’ve selected matching jumpsuits, it’s your only trousseau.
Daylight picks your locks and you insist on pressing charges!
Scoffing Presidential Pardons? None but you still do so.