This poem is a glimpse into my somewhat demented mind. I am not really sure what inspired this poem. This poem is not based on a real story. Nonetheless, here it is. Poetry happens. Please feel free to not be imprisoned by it.
Caged in Key West
From my jail cell
Feet from the bars
And salty see
A flip-flop flatfoot
Bore his bear feet
Of which I was captivated
No less than by concrete and steal
His ingrown toe
Was his true engrossment
Not some little con
Unable to look aweigh
The saddest fact being that
This was his best feature
Too early in the mourn to lose my lunch
This farce-fed prison gruel
Left but a residue of gratitude for his
The truly pedestrian crime
And pondering if I
Destitute and lawyerless
Were his tender
I’d require a double shot of gratitude
Just for being on this side of the bar
Listening to whoas all day long
