Unexpected, don't know, who's to say?
But, can't say, for the life of me, why?
Piper's music stops, forth, the pay,
With freedom's cease, tears roll from the eye.
Can weigh this or that, the answers don't exist,
Off the track, now, hard to replace what's lost,
Just another name, soon to be number for the list.
The judge rendered his sentence without pause.
"Do the crime, gotta do the time", oh how it galls,
Two months left in the embrace of a setting sun,
Before enclosure of barbed-wire and dank walls.
Would have to consider, interred quietly or run
No comic relief, but, it's funny in the end,
How tragedy could be dodged, choosing better friends.