An Image in a Frame
A solid casing, facing the east, containing a beast
With metal strips embezzled maintaining the peace
Holds an image so discrete, its seems scriptures worthless
Although some human beings see it as a picture perfect
The surface shimmered as the glass captured a thousand words
That clearly explained his ways, but remained a clouded birth
And on the backside was a bar code for identification
That associated the total of numbers to give it a placement
Plus, on the other side of the glass and frame, the back was strange
Look for yourself, hell... the fact remains, it’s to trap - a cage
Hard as a stone – cold - throwing a scent of something stale
Empty of visions, representing nothing - jailed
But people don’t pay attention to that
They can’t see beyond the scene that’s centered in glass
So they take it and make it into fiction or fact
Diction their wrath, and if it’s bad their quick to dish it with trash
The picture that’s glassed has dimensions restricted to public
cause if we scoped the whole site, it’d be to sick for our stomach
But people love it – the picture, the frame
And depending on the quality, the bigger the change
Seeing this picture explained a deranged guy
Off his rocker, staring as the day invade night
It’s a captured action, that isn’t still, working for pretend dough
This wasn’t a framed picture, its an inmate, perching on his window
...
An image in a frame, contained by bars, remains gorilla seen
As he stands gazing the horizon, counting the days until he’s free
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