Adios Mariposa

Goodbye Mariposa..

I'm heading east ,

taking my feet..

to  Nova Scotia,

where the bobcats

don't eat marigolds,

outside the prison walls.

pretty sure there aint no

bobcats there at all.

Adios, Mariposa..

I've gotta go

Angels in snow...

in Nova Scotia.

where the fruitbats

don't fly in packs..

outside the prison walls

pretty sure there aint no

fruitbats there at all.

rest in peace,Mariposa

I'm strapped here

in this chair..

no Nova Scotia.

where the children

don't shout "kill them"

outside the prison walls

pretty sure

I'm gonna die here

afterall.