Sometimes I wish I was a kid again
Living in a world free of sin
Free from war that has no meaning
Sure!
I’m still California Dreamin’
Leaning on my own understanding
Tired of Politicians’ deceptive grandstanding
Telling you what you want to hear
So they can get your vote
It’s either the Ballot or the Bullet
Not watermelon nor chicken
And just because I eat at Chick-fil-A
Don’t make me anti-gay
It just means I accept marriage to mean a husband and a wife
I’m pro-life…
Live and let live…
To be or not to be…
And yet,
Sometimes…
I just want to kick back and eat a pork sandwich
While watching Charlotte play with her web in search for Wilbur
Follow me?
Society can be a cruel place
Often making me feel like a mental-case
Worrying about my family’s safety
Not caring whether or not the Executioner hates me
Humans will always be at odds with Humanity
It’s the essence of Insanity
“One Nation Under God,” has never existed
Uncle Sam keeps murderers enlisted
Never forget My Lai of 1968
Sometime…
Sometimes can be a little too much
I feel that I’ve grown out-of-touch
I shun liars
And speak the truth
Having immature folks call me a nincompoop
My mother tells me I just don’t understand
While I explain I speak with the tongue of a changed man
My so called friends say these nine pounds of steel has messed with my brain
Sometimes…
I only wish they could feel my pain

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.  Charles “Chucky” Mamou is a gifted writer living on Death Row.  He can be contacted at:
Charles Mamou #999333
Polunsky Unit 12-CD-53
3872 South FM 350
Livingston, TX 77351