When I was bound
Was I bound tight
Frank Gorshin please
Riddle me this
How can you ever feel
You’ve been turned free
When you can’t figure out
All the ways you’re caught
What’s free feel like
Maybe smoking a Havana
Beside Barack Obama
Letting Gracie finally go
Say a last good night
This old man breathing
Thought he had mostly all
Got the last scraggly tree
The one left last
As if he’d kapu’d the spindly one
Because it was pathetic
It was a perfect match
That made some kind of sense
What’s no hard feelings mean
The words and tune
Lilt in your throat
Your vocal chords still
Keep strangling me
In some soundless space
Kill me once no shame on you
Kill me twice and we know
That would be lonely only me
Some soft targets show surprise
But they’re so easy to take out
All vulnerable underbellies
The hard one’s shored up twice
Your bottom of the eighth
Made my top of the ninth
So you sung home yourself
While I swung the last strike
So game over’s supposed to mean I’m free
Lanning Lee 