the long lost alibi
mistaken for a thief
stolen hearts and many teeth
smiles in bounds
swollen feet wrapped in sound
toe tapping dancers reel
gestures relate the story
no motive forsaken
truth be told, no misery
the crime remains an ideal
revolution gains ground
it's swell, the fill-up menu
eating well
stuffed and bated
breath releases sound
the vibrations tingle
mingle with the echoes
clowns and frowns
silly slap-stick mounds
rising with the tides
swallowed whole
Alcatraz wasn't meant to be
the jails have all been set free