The Estate
(Dedicated to a friend)
The singular place I don’t want to be
Is the worldly sphere of antipathy.
A far better sanctum incredibly great
Is my very own niche in my Master’s
Estate.
An exclusive retreat in a bastion of
granite,
The most sought after abode on the entire
planet.
My castle is brimmed with abundance of
treasure,
With peace and contentment beyond any
measure.
I walk the straight path with peers of my
creed
And revel in the fact that my soul had
been freed.
Kept happy and safe by guardians galore,
Entertained, respected and pampered to
core.
Plied daily with platters of exquisite
cuisine,
Amused by court jesters the best I have
seen.
Attired to the nines in gaudy array,
I amble about blithely to fritter the day.
A stable of ladies dressed gaily in red,
To share in the comforts including my bed.
My bankroll redoubles with each breath
that I take,
And my subjects toil daily just for my
sake.
No homestead so grand though some will
disdain,
They would entreat you to believe that I
am insane.
But I leave it to you my brethren repenten
As I sign of with love from my cell in San
Quentin.
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