THE SONG OF INDIANA

I went over to Indiana, to sing my gramma nana song,

It's about life in the dark heart, hinterland, and stabbing with a prong,

You see, nana jumped her bail,

Yes, dear nana is a fail,

Now she is back in prison, but won't admit, ax murdering is wrong.

AS THE CARS GO BY

I got peppered sprayed, directly in my pretty eye,

I was taken to the jail, and no one told me why,

Not so much to eat,

Mouse turds are a treat,

By day I clear brush near highways, as the cars go by.

TAXES,AND TOILET WINE

I do not mind filing taxes each and every single  year,

It's paying the taxes, fines, interest and fees, that causes fear,

If I happen to fail,

I will spend time in jail,

There I'll be making wine in my toilet, and never taste a beer.

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THE MONKEY IN THE CAGE LIMERICK

There was a monkey in a cage,
His incarceration filled him with rage,
If you wanted his scoop,
He’d throw at you some poop,
Interpretation: he hates this age.