Let Me Out

• Anthony Crews, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

Guard o Guard let me out of here
I don’t deserve to be here in jail
I committed a pity crime
Stealing a pint of ale

Now you listen to me hooligan
You an’ I know ‘at’s not it
You stole from the bank and bread shop
I wouldn’t let you out for 1000 rupit

I swear on my name Michael Jean Milieu
That I shall get revenge on you and this pit
Escape, escape even in 100 years
I shall live the free life of a bandit

To escape I must be smart, keen
On the ball, have no routine
I must show no fear none at all
I will be quick and never ever seen.

One day I will escape
Make it all fair
But I have one tinsy winsy problem
Tomorrow I face the electric chair