Sittin’ here in the county jail
Some say I might get out in about a year
Sister Mar and Uncle Steve were in town.
Neighbor said I was in county jail;
We got back to the apartment and I wrote them a check.
So here I sit, wondering what to do next.
My now AI controlled mind may send me away.
Whatever comes up today, tomorrow or whenever, I’ll let you know.
Brother Bill
Ain’t got no money, to make no bail
Got nothing on but county wear
Don’t matter, there’s nobody to care
Long time for me without a beer
They wanted to see me and look around.
They knocked on the door, but I wasn’t home.
They asked the neighbor where I might roam?
and would be there till someone came up with bail.
They traveled out to the county jail.
Reached deep into their pockets to get my bail.
Happy to do so, because the county jail made me a wreck.
I can assure you recent days have left me vexed!
What’s an 81 year old man to do?
When I know, I’ll let you know too.
Or maybe I’ll be told to stay.
As soon as my AI-addled mind tells me where next I’ll go.
