UNCHAINED
I'm Unchained.
I'm Django trying to fandango.
Only I have the key though,
and it fits the hole
Like wack-a-mole with a bowl
my mind is swole.
I need paper.
Without I'm nothing,
I'm a stapler.
I have to much in my head for one head,
Better capture what I can
Before I'm . . .
This poem is about:
Me