The Old Wheelchair

 Times change, 

People change

To hide the fuckin lies.

When I see that look up on your face,

Tis' you that I despise.

As you grow old in your tenure,

And as you fuckin rot

As so bleak I turn my cheek

You would've never thought.

You turned your back

And walked away,

Do you think tomorrow I forgot?

As tis below, fuck your soul

I put you in your plot.

Spine churn feel the burn

As I rip your fuckin mind

A last cold glare

Oh, who cares?

Your still so fuckin blind!

I grab upon your old wheel chair

Then push as fast as it may go.

One last glimpse at your life at hand,

I release and let you go.

Across the floor you begin to race.

Proceeding faster and faster.

Oh unable, you slam in a table

As I shriek in laughter.

Oh but do not worry,

Tis' only a little pain.

I'll just put you back in your seat

And then we'll try a'gain,

One last grip, oops! I slipped.

This will leave a mark.

Out the window there you went,

You shoulda left it in PARK.

But as you already know,

Revenge is just a game.

But I should of told you.

There was a noose, 

around the frame!

But then the doctor's caught me

In time they will be mine!

So again I sit in Solitary,

Cell Block :

Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine!